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Her hips jerked out of control and she fucked the man as hard as he fucked her by Damian

Wild West

Sally had been out walking in the woods. It used to be safe to do this, but recently there had been trouble with the native Americans, who accused the settlers of raping a woman in their tribe.

The chief of the tribe was out hunting when he saw Sally. She was young and beautiful and he loved her red hair. He wondered if her hair was red over her cunt and he pointed his arrow at her.
“Take clothes off! All clothes!” he ordered.

Sally obeyed, trembling. She covered up her vulva with one hand and her breasts with the other.

“Hands down!” he ordered and she dropped them. She looked irresistible with her mixture of shyness and fear.

The chief tied her to a tree. He wondered if he should take her back to his camp to be fucked by all the tribesmen, but he decided to fuck her himself.

“Your people fuck my woman! I fuck you! I punish you!”
“I haven’t done anything wrong! Let me go, please!”

The man cut a long swishy stick and removed the leaves.
“I punish!”
SWIIIISH!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! NO, PLEEEEAASE! NOOOOOOOOOO!!!”

He flogged her breasts with the stick, leaving deep welts across the soft young flesh. Then he turned her sideways and flogged her buttocks…
SWIIIISH!
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! Don’t hurt me, pleeease!”

She sucked the slave’s clitoris in between her front teeth by Damian

Roman Decacence

On this occasion the guests were trying to make a slave piss herself. This was kept secret from the slave so that she didn’t cheat. There were ten guests and they each had three blows with a flogging instrument. Most of them chose a whip or a riding crop, but there were also bamboo canes and a bundle of birch twigs.

The rules were simple: if the slave didn’t wet herself, the guests tried to make her cum.

“Take that, bitch!” a man shouted, bringing his long flogger down onto the girl’s naked buttocks, breasts and thighs.
SLAAP!
“AAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”

They all flogged her but she didn’t piss herself. The last guest was a woman who flogged her with birch twigs, very hard.
“NOOO! PLEEEASE! NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!”
THWAAACK!
“AAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”

But she still didn’t piss. Marcus explained that in the second round all guests would have the same time, measured by a small hour glass, to lick her vulva. The slave fought against the tongues at first, but she ended up started swaying gently from side to side and moaning softly.

The slave trader inspected the new slaves who had arrived in the port that day by Damian

Roman Decacence

The customer had asked for them to be trained. The trader hung them both in ropes and brought a selection of flogging instruments: a leather belt, riding crops, cat o’nine tails with hanging leather straps, bundles of twigs tied together, wooden paddles for making butter and bamboo canes which cut into the skin. He also had a small collection of metal clamps which could be tightened on breasts and nipples, or attached to belts and used to squeeze cunt lips together.

SWIIIISH! THWAAACK!
SLAP! SLAP!
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”
AGH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”

The more he flogged, the hornier the slave trader got. After a time he couldn’t stand it anymore. His erection was bothering him too much. He took both girls to an area where he had big wooden barrels, cut in half and fixed to the ground.
“Sit on those barrels and let your arms and legs hang down like table legs!” he ordered. He fixed their wrists and ankles to rings set on the floor.
“That’s the way a slave should be,” he said, “with her cunt up in the air, ready to serve her Master!”

The girls were now completely helpless. They knew that their cunts were the highest parts of their bodies and that their cunt lips were open and defenseless against flogging devices.

The trader picked up a heavy leather belt and brought it down onto their cunt lips.
SMACK!
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”
“Who does your cunt belong to, slave?”
“To my Master!”

Lifen opened her mouth to take in another cock by Damian

Chinese torments

Lifen’s husband had been killed in an ambush in one of the remoter provinces and Lifen had been sent to the Palace. The intelligence services were always glad to have information about the more distant parts of the empire.

She was taken to the Emperor’s chief slave trainer. He examiner her teeth and felt her buttocks and biceps.

“Take her and clean her up. Let her rest for a week,” he said.

A week later Lifen was given a robe to wear and taken to the slave trainer. She was sobbing and frightened but she looked better.

“We will forget your past,” he said. “You are a slave now. You will work in the kitchen and we will see what information you can give us. We have no one from your province in the kitchen.”
Lifen looked surprised.
“I can cook,” she said
“Can you fuck?”
She nodded.
“Take your robe off.”
She obeyed.

The trainer looked at her critically.
“You look quite strong. You’ll need to be. The soldiers are hungry when they’ve been out for a year or two. Hungry for food and hungry for cunt.”

The soldiers made so much noise fucking her that night that nobody could sleep by Damian

Chinese torments

These men had no wish to cut Lan’s limbs off, but they did wish to punish her. She was a member of a rebel group fighting the Empire and she had become a legend in her region for her fighting skills. Her group ambushed Imperial soldiers in the mountains and they were famous for being fit and tough and for knowing the mountains well.

Her name was Lan, which meant orchid, but you could see there was nothing delicate about her. She was solid and muscular. Imperial soldiers knew of her reputation.

There were many stories about Lan. One was that she had captured an Imperial Officer and taken him to the square in a small village. She made him lie naked on the ground and she tied him with his legs wide apart. She flogged his cock with a riding crop and a bamboo cane until he screamed for mercy. Then she took all her clothes off and sat on his face. Some say she killed him by cutting off his air with her cunt.

Nobody knew which stories were true and which were not, but when Lan herself fell into an ambush, the soldiers were pleased. The patrol, a dozen men, tied her up and spent the whole night fucking her and flogging her…

“So you flogged an Officer’s cock with bamboo, did you, rebel bitch? Take that, right on your whore’s cunt!”
THWAAACK!
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”

They flogged her with everything they had, and they put the hilts of their swords in her cunt and anus. They filled her with spunk in every hole they could find and they masturbated over her and pissed over her.

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!!!”

She screamed again when they applied hot irons to one of her thighs by Damian

Chinese torments

Lan obeyed. The Emperor walked around her, feeling her buttocks and her breasts. The he pulled her cunt lips apart and put two fat fingers up into her vagina. She gasped.
“Do your rebel friends fuck you a lot, bitch?” he asked.
“Sometimes, Your Majesty.”
“And you let them?”
“They live in the mountains. They don’t see women. They fuck me when I take them food.”
“Ah, a rebel slut! Tell me, how many men fuck you?”
“Four, five, six…”
“In your cunt?”
“One of them fucks me in the ass.”
“Touch your toes, slut!”

He ran his finger over her anus.
“You have an asshole like a volcano!”

Lan said nothing. The Emperor took out his erect cock and poured oil onto it.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”

Lan screamed as he fucked her in the ass. He groaned and grunted as he pushed into her bowels and finally filled them with spunk.
“GASP! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!!!”

“You’re a good fuck, rebel bitch!” he said. “I’m going to keep you in my harem. I have a special section for rebel sluts. We always have a welcoming party for new slaves. You will be fucked by all the soldiers in my bodyguard. That’s a hundred men.”
Lan said nothing. He called his servants and they took her away.

My cock longs for virgin, female suffering by Damian

Chinese torments

One fine morning, with the birds singing and the water pools and fountains trickling, Prince Qin Qing woke up with a craving in his heart. “I wish to hear a pretty songbird sing today,” he said to his royal attendants. The cruel and sadistic guards grinned to themselves… fully aware of what Prince Qin Qing wished for. “Of course, your majesty! We must nurture your mind and body for the good of the empire!” The prince and his guards walked to a remote house in the gardens, one which only the royals and their attendants could approach under pain of extreme death…

The poor, virgin girls inside could hear the approach of the prince, and they already began to blubber and piss themselves in fear!

Pretty sisters Yu Mei, Yu Jun, and Yu Cai huddled together in their nakedness, their slender wrists throbbing from the rough, hemp rope. Confused and frightened, the girls had been lured away from their distant village with the promise of coin and prestige from waiting on the delicate ladies of the court. When the “matron” who hired them insisted on inspecting their feminine parts for purity and cleanliness, the naïve, village girls had no idea what was in store for them.

Prince Qin Qing smiled as he beheld his newest “songbirds” huddling together in the corner, whimpering and mewling like baby kittens. “Ah… such pretty little birds! How I wish to hear them sing! Guards… if you would please attend to my humblest needs, I would be ever so grateful.”

The cruel guards laughed as they ripped the screaming sisters apart and bound them tightly with hemp rope, spreading their arms and legs so that the poor, virgin, village girls were completely exposed and helpless! “Please! There has to be some mistake! We were supposed to be maids!” the poor, blubbering bimbos begged. “You can’t do this to us! It isn’t right!” another wailed.

Her undergarments absolutely soaked at the sight of female pain by Damian

Chinese torments

As the rebellion started to intensify across the Chinese Empire, the powers that be pushed back against the ignorant people’s rebellious tendencies. The Pearl Princess was one such government official when her dear, drunken dad mysteriously fell to his death from the palace balcony. Pearl Princess Fan Yong heard from her advisors of the terrible atrocities that were being committed against the aristocracy and the ruling class across all of China, and she would have none of that happen in HER province! She quickly set the captain of her guard to the task: use imperial spies to root out any dissenters and then make an example of them so that no rebellion would take place!

It didn’t take long to find “treasonous intent” in the local bars. Drunkards with loose lips lubricated by rice wine made easy targets, and their families were quickly rounded up for treason and sedition! The menfolk were quickly beheaded, while the womenfolk were taken and stripped to be inspected. How they pleaded and begged the Pearl Princess for mercy. “We’ve done nothing wrong! We would never betray our beautiful and perfect princess!”

Unfortunately for these lovely ladies, the Pearl Princess was unmoved. “Your family has been found guilty of treason and rebellious tendencies, so you are equally stained as well! We are merely ensuring that the Mandate of Heaven does not fall due to unworthy blood! You filthy, peasant girls will be sold at market to be sex slaves to the highest bidder!” The women wept and wailed at their fate as they were carted off to be inspected like meat, their beautiful, perky breasts and prime pussies fingered and pawed by lewd and licentious men…

But the least lucky were two drop dead gorgeous daughters, sisters of a particularly loud mouthed drunk, for the Pearl Princess was a secret lover of slit as well! She chose the most beautiful of the Chinese maidens to keep for herself… and she would put them through their paces, ensuring they were striped like tigresses by the whip and the bamboo cane!