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We must cleanse your holes before we fuck-um you good by Damian

Wild West

Unfortunately for Jenny, Sarah, and the boys, they couldn’t have chosen a worse place to meet. While the boys were called away to run drills, the girls were left all alone… right in the path of a native slaver war band!

Jenny and Sarah’s plan turned against them as they screamed and shrieked for help, but there was nobody to save them. The natives quickly stripped both Jenny and Sarah of their clothes until the girls were naked and exposed, their feminine bits jiggling delightfully in the wind. Both of the girls felt betrayed; where were their dashing cavaliers? They were supposed to be saved! But even if the boys had shown up, it wouldn’t have done them any good. Two young bucks had no chance against the three hardened warriors, let alone two delicate females…

“They smell like sluts!” one of the slavers said, frowning unhappily. “They wouldn’t even fetch a single bottle of firewater between the two of them!” another said, shaking his head. “I bet they aren’t even tight in their asses! The whores!” The warriors looked at each other grimly. “This wasn’t even worth the effort! We should just leave them for the crows!” one raged. “These white, western sluts can’t keep their legs together! They must fuck every swinging cock that comes before them! Like animals!”

“Now hold, brothers! Remember what the shaman said! We can renew these slaves and make them useful, even if just for a time! Remember the fire god’s blessing!”

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.

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!”

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.

Wallid liked blondes with big thighs and breasts by Damian

Slavegirls in an oriental world

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.

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.