A perverted young housewife likes to spend her time with slave girls. She purchased three new slaves – pretty twins and their posh mother – from her neighbor and now she is boasting of them all the time. The housewife organizes BDSM parties where everybody can see her slave girls. The ex-owner of the slaves is now regretting of the deal and wants the girls back but the bitch doesn’t want to sell them back. So the guy decided to have a deal with the twins’ mother – he will help them to escape from their mistress for twenty free fucks. So he gets secretly to the house of his perverted neighbor and fucks the girls from time to time.
The Prince watched fascinated as her breasts trembled and settled back into place.
“She is beautiful”, the trader said. “Many men will live and die and never see such beauty! They will never feel such nipples in their mouths! They will never sink their hard cocks into such a warm, wet cunt as hers!”
The Prince said nothing. He was lost thought and his jaw hung open.
“Is she a virgin?” he asked finally.
“No. I have trained her myself and I have fucked her myself. She was shy at first, but I made her dance naked in front of my workers. I made her suck and fuck the men and lick the women. We have filled her with semen lots of times and I guarantee she will fuck her Master and her Master’s friends. She refused at first, but now she knows the consequences of refusing!”
“Can I see her work on another woman?”
“Of course.”
The trader released the other girl and tied her arms back behind a pillar. Then he turned the chair round so that the seated girl’s face was close to the other girl’s vulva.
“Lick! Lick and suck!” he ordered.
The girl obeyed. She slipped her tongue in and licked the clitoris with long, heavy strokes followed by quick vibrations with the tip. She waited until the girl was swaying and moaning softly and then she started sucking. She made loud sucking noises so that the men could hear her.
“Will she cum?” the Prince asked.
“Use your finger if you like! Help her!”
Do you like your Master’s present slave? Oh I see… you are wondering what I’m talking about, aren’t you? You’ve got such a kind Master… you’ve had so many presents since I kidnapped you last night… That lovely head-harness with that huge ball to stretch your jaw and plug your big mouth… Or those coarse ropes that dig into your lovely skin… Or my big dick that’s porking you right now! Yes, I know you appreciate it just as you appreciate my teeth on your nips… But no, I’m not talking about any of these… I’m talking about that nice frame you are tied to. You won’t leave it alive… You heard right! I’ll keep you on it till you burst, which with luck won’t be for a year or two yet… Isn’t it a wonderful device? It keeps you nicely stretched and ready for everything… You can be fucked front and back, you can have your face shagged, you can piss and you can shit. And you can be feed too, so why should I take you out of it? Oh shit, I’m just gabbing on. I must concentrate on what we are doing… you are a great shag, that’s for sure!
“Oh yeah… make me hard with those dainty little hands of yours, whore… do me a nice hand job and make me ready for your tiny shithole. I’m gonna impale you like you are, standing on your toes and cervix. Then I’ll leave you like this until tomorrow. I’m tired of porking you and I need some sleep…”
“Please no… don’t leave me like this… please….”
“What’s wrong with you, slut? Don’t you like being left alone with that nice dildo up your fuck-hole? You’re dripping like a pig whore already…”
“Oh no… please… it hurts… I’m hurting all over…!”
“Stop begging and concentrate on what you are doing, slut. If you fail to please me I’ll come back later. And it won’t be to unhook you. It’ll be to pierce those tits of yours! Gonna have you on your toes for the rest of your fucking life, which won’t be long. I’m gonna wedge your cunt into this and I’ll use your shit hole for my dick!”
The special squad unlocked the door and moved quickly into the apartment. Rebecca and Amy were where the brothers had left them. They had been there only for the better part of a day, so they were in better shape than Kim had been.
Even so, they were weak, abused, and terrified, so they were glad to be moved to the police clinic where they bathed, were fed, and allowed latrine privileges. Then, back in bed, wearing hospital robes, they gladly gave their statements.
Every once in awhile, one of the cops would walk into another room, giving Rebecca and Amy a glimpse of another patient in another bed, her head turned away from them, her naked arms by her side under the single white sheet which covered her.
What they couldn’t see, of course, was how the lower half of her face was sealed with bandage, or the way the hospital restraints kept her wrists and ankles locked wide under the sheet.
Rebecca asked when they could leave. The blond cop, who seemed to be the boss, said, “When we’re done.”
She was about to jerk up when Seth knocked her out with a sharp hit from the butt of the gun. She dropped back down heavily, her mouth filled with cock and cum.
Sam smiled as both he and Seth started to “pet” her shapely, nearly naked body. “Fuck this,” Seth breathed. “Fuck this….”
“Soon enough,” Sam assured him.
Then Sean said. “I think I see somebody…!”
“What?” Seth asked. “Who?”
“A redhead…,” Sean reported. “Redhead…killer body. White lace minidress. White heels. Over there…you see her?
Mason pulled Karen down into a kneeling position and lowered her onto his thick member. It still hurt but this was better than the electrodes. Karen jerked as Mason snapped heavy clothes pins onto her erect nipples. His well-lubed cock parted her ass cheeks as she sank down around it. She whimpered as he spread her sphincter yet again.
“Bounce on it bitch! C’mon, be a good girl.” Karen was too exhausted to comply right away and Mason was too impatient to wait for his little bitch to figure it out. Pulling out, Mason pushed her face first onto the floor. “When an order is given, you don’t hesitate. You still need some incentive. Maybe this spiked vibrator will teach you to work a little faster, cunt!”
Suddenly Mason ripped the clothespins off her nipples. Karen gasped in pain as the blood flowed back into them. “Up on the chair slave. I’m going to relax while you fuck me.” Once again Karen was forced back onto Mason’s prick. He showed Karen the spiked horror just before he shoved it roughly inside her exposed twat. “GGGUUUUMMMMMPHHH!!” Karen screamed into the gag as the tiny spikes bit into the walls of her pussy. “Now bounce on my cock bitch!” She did not hesitate this time. Karen slammed her ass up and down along the length of Mason’s cock. “Good little bitch, here’s your reward.” With a flick of the switch, the vibrator thrummed to life inside Karen’s brutalized cunt. “Keep fucking me little one, and I’ll let you cum.” Karen grunted as her cllt was shoved against the vibrator with each downward thrust….
He asked if he could examine her and he took her to a back room.
“Lie back on the bed and show me your cunt, Viking!”
She obeyed. She had a big cunt and a big anus.
“Your men have big cocks, I see,” he said.
“Yes. Very big.”
He put three fingers up her vagina and sniffed them. It was a rich, healthy smell. He caught her clitoris between his thumb and forefinger and rubbed it. She gasped and pressed herself onto his fingers. He fucked her and listened to her loud shouts and gasps and screams. He took her to orgasm and was impressed by her spasms and the way she showed the whites of her eyes and then seemed to faint.
Most of the other customers were poor villagers and Wallid bought her cheap. He was a cruel man and he thought the best way to treat this highly-sexed woman was by denying her an orgasm.
He had half of a large wooden barrel in his house. His servants made her sit on it like a crab, looking up. They tied her arms and legs to rings on the floor so that the highest part of her body was her cunt.
Then he licked her almost to orgasm, but every time she was nearly there he flogged her breasts with a bamboo cane.
THWAAAACK!”
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
No, please! Let me finish, please!” she begged.
“Your cunt belongs to your Master. He decides when you can cum, bitch!”
Wallid told his friends and they all wanted to lick her. Some of them fucked her too, but Wallid never let her finish. He loved the way she looked, flushed and red in the face, with pink marks all over her neck and chest, panting, desperate to cum…
At night he kept her arms and legs chained away from her body because he didn’t want her touching herself or squeezing her thighs together.
Relaxed and comfortable, Sanchez approached the redhead. He knew this was the right choice, the perfect girl with whom he could continue and expand his abuse of Olivia, a lovely bitch to feed to his monster of a cock.
After walking through the darkness, Sanchez came into the light cast by the headlamps of Madison’s Ford Mustang. The girl was still looking at the poster she had stapled to the pole when the man moved unnoticed behind her. His hand gripped a black jack as his muscular arm swung up quickly from his side.
With brutal strength Sanchez smacked the red haired girl across the back of her head.
“Lights out, slut.”
Sanchez moved in, stooped, and caught the collapsing cutie on his shoulder. She was light as a feather to him.
Driving with one hand, Sanchez kept rubbing his dick. His eyes couldn’t help but look in the rearview mirror at the way the curves of his fresh slavegirl made hills under the blanket.
The drive to his shack in the desert took some time.
“Time goes awful slow when you’ve got such a rapeable beauty in the back of your truck. But I bet time is about to go a lot slower for this little cunt when she wakes up tied down in my cellar. Ha!”
As he left the city and gained speed, the wind swirling into the pickup bed lifted the blanket off Madison bit by bit, revealing more and more of the girl to her captor.
“Two girls. Two helpless bitches. Two asses to punish. Two pairs of tits to abuse. Two sets of holes to fuck. Two screaming mouths.”
His dick throbbed in his pants, but his foot remained steady on the accelerator.
Her eyes then locked with the girl’s. “Oh, don’t look at me like that, Claire. What did you think was going to happen when you showed up in my class all sweet and innocent, with those big brown puppy dog eyes and wet pouty kewpie-doll lips … ‘oh teach me, teach me Ms. Swanson! I’ll do my best, Ms. Swanson! You just ignore my killer body and super-cute face the way I do, Ms. Swanson! Let’s pretend that every boy, and most of the girls, don’t wanna fuck me, Ms. Swanson! Who, little ol’ innocent pure-as-the-driven-snow-me, Ms. Swanson?’”
The words hit Claire like slaps, making her eyes water, her eyelids quiver, and then blink, her expression crumbling into agonized despair. Her head screwed on her neck, tears pouring out onto the carpet as her body was wracked by shuddering sobs.
“Oh no,” cried Dorothy Swanson, running over to kneel by Claire’s head. “Did I upset you, dear?” She took Claire’s face in her hands, forcing the girl to look back up at her. “Did I make sweet little snookums cry?” The Holden girl’s eyes fluttered as she tried to keep, or lose, her sanity.
“That’s the least of it, bitch,” the woman promised. “I don’t like girls who act like you, all sweetness and light. You look like a sex doll, so that’s just what you’re gonna be. You’re ours now, body, face, and soul, and we’re gonna keep you nice and safe.” Claire was crying in earnest as the woman kneed the man lightly in the shoulder. “You almost done?”
“Give me a minute,” he grunted. “Shit, I already screwed her three times today!”
“Good boy,” Ms. Swanson commended. She squeezed Claire’s face. “Now, that’ll teach you, baby.” Then she rocked back and watched as he curled his arms under the girl’s shoulders, sunk his fingers into the grooves made by her collar bones, and started humping her like a rabid dog.
Ceruleus ordered her to strip…
“Good! Now put your big breasts on the table and lift your buttocks like the slave you are!” Rufia had no choice. She obeyed.
He pulled her buttocks apart and licked his lips.
“Your cunt’s shiny, slave! Do you like being fucked from the back? Which hole do you like to use most?”
“You won’t get away with this, you dirty snake! I’ll see to that! I’ll take my case to the Pharaoh himself! He’ll listen to me!”
“No, I don’t think so, Rufia! I have already presented my own papers to the royal scribes. But you are welcome to try. I doubt if he’ll receive you though. If he does, it’ll be to have you flogged for his own pleasure! I don’t think he’ll bother to fuck you. You’re too old now.”
“You fucking bastard, Cobra!”
“I’ll just check out this cunt of yours! Hmmm… It’s not as bad as I thought! It’s dry, but it’s tight enough. It looks like a good place for me to warm my cock!”
The Matronalia festival had been raging in Rome for the past two days, and while most Romans spent their days paying tribute to the goddess Juno and honoring the women of their households, the Severanii family was honoring women in a much… different way.
“I think a woman’s beauty is most on display while tied up and helpless, wouldn’t you agree Praetor?” Senator Severanii said, gulping down a mouthful of rich red wine and casting his eyes over the naked slave girl in the middle of the room.
“Please… please, somebody help me!” Natonia begged, tears rolling down her cheeks and spilling onto her naked heaving tits. There were nearly twenty people in the room, all staring at her nakedness and licking their lips. Not only men either, but fat and old Roman women were staring at her with predatory eyes. Natonia couldn’t understand it, why were they doing this?
“Marcellus!” The Senator barked, summoning in a young Greek man who wore the tattoo of a slave on his arm.
“Yes master.”
“My guests and I are bored. Bring a cane and start adding stripes to this young girl’s ass at once!”
“With pleasure, master.” The Greek smiled.
“No! Please, I’ve done nothing wrong! Please don’t hurt me! What do you want from me!?” Natonia screamed, her eyes stinging with tears and heart pounding in her ears.
“Please, I’ve had enough… I can’t take it anymore! PLEASE!” Valaria groaned as she dragged into the dungeons of the Roman fort. Valaria had once been a proud Germanic warrior, but now she was another captive of the Roman Empire after her tribe was annihilated. Unfortunately for her, she’d killed a dozen Roman centurions before finally being subdu
“Please, it wasn’t my fault! I swear I didn’t know! Please! Please believe me!” Plescinia sobbed as she was dragged through the bloody sands toward the site of the previous night’s battle. Cum, blood and shit leaked from her anus from the brutal anal fucking she’d received from half the encampment, and her back was a mess of welts and bruises.
“This whore,” Governor Militant Flavius announced to the assembled troops, “used her rotting, filthy cunt to lure a Century of our best soldiers to their doom. She is a spy for the Parthian’s and she will crucified here, left as a reminder to all enemies of Rome, that treachery is punished most severely.”
“Pleeeeaassseee! Don’t do thisssssss!” Plescinia begged as she dragged, kicking and screaming, toward the ominous frame of the crucifix.
“Don’t worry girl.” One of the soldiers whispered in her ear. “We’ll let you down and bring you food and water tonight, and then you’ll thank us by fucking every one of our cocks until our balls are drained. Then back up on the cross you go!”
