She was making sounds he could discern now; combinations of moans, grunts, cries, and sobs. She tried to scream, cry out questions, or make any words that would help her understand what was happening.
That was okay with him. Her confusion only added to his excitement. It had been her torso as well as her smile that did it … not just her tits, but the way her sides were so sleek, so long, and so smooth. He held those wonderful sides now, watching those tits bounce as he surged inside of her for the second time in less than a half-hour.
Her beautiful back arched, her beautiful neck stretched, her beautiful head went back, she made a sound like a drowning kitten, and then she was refilled. Before she could completely comprehend it, he threw her down onto the van floor on her back. She quaked, gasped, and started to cry.
Grabbing a breast while jamming her head back onto his shoulder, he rammed into her with brutal fervor as the cop car came toward the van. Groaning with malice and stimulation, he raped her all the more relentlessly as her beautiful little body writhed against him in the small space.
The cop car came alongside. He achingly came into Claire Holden again. The cop car passed by, obliviously.
Claire wailed and cringed; sounding, looking, and even feeling like a frightened, trapped fawn. He sneered malevolently, holding her down on him while pumping up his hips once, twice, three times more. Finally, he sat back, wheezing. “Yeah, darling, that’s the way I like it…!”
Claire tried to get her balance, but sagged against him, dizzy. “Aw, poor baby,” he cooed. “All tuckered out, are we?” Tenderly fondling her strapped-in head and bulbous breast, he slowly moved her off his stiff, fetid, spike. It emerged from her moist, tender cunt like a snake.
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Sadistic end
After having Helena thoroughly raped and forced to perform in the most humiliating ways, Rojo has decided to finish the girl.
“Wait… wait… we don’t want tne bitch to suffocate yet… I wanna break all her ribs before!”
Oh yes, Rojo liked this one. She was his neighbours’ daughter. He had lusted after her for years, since she was a child. One day he had her abducted and kept her for months as his sex slave locked up in a small cage in his private room at the Penitentiary. Needless to say, life became a living hell for the poor girl.
But like everything in life, Rojo got tired of her screaming and of her now ‘too-submissive’ behaviour. So Rojo decided to get rid of her. Marcelo and Rodolfo were two of his more devoted helpers… “Get rid of her but no bullets, no electro. Nothing too quick. I want her last for a full week before the end. I really want her to beg for it, understand?”
“Yeah… boss. She will”
The slave’s revolt
There were three slaves’ revolts. The most famous was led by Spartacus in the 70’s BC. The slaves’ army proved difficult to defeat. Many male slaves were physically strong, and their army was well-organized. They fought Rome for over a year, but were finally defeated. 6,000 slaves were crucified along the Appian Way that led to Rome…
Not all the captured slaves were crucified to death. Some of the women, especially the pretty ones, were displayed on scaffolding to which they were tied, not nailed. They were stripped naked so that they could be flogged and abused more easily.
As the macabre line of crosses approached Rome, more and more Roman citizens came to watch the spectacle, and the soldiers soon saw the opportunity to make money out of their naked booty.
Aemelia and Juliana stood fascinated, unconsciously licking their lips at the sight of the three slaves.
“They’re lovely,” said Aemelia.
The officer nodded. “My men will confirm that! They’ve been fucking the asses off these bitches for two weeks now!”
“NOOOOO, MASTER, NOOOOOOOOOO!!! PLEEEEEEEEEEEASE!!! YOU’RE HURTING ME! AAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”
“UGH! Take that, bitch, right up your slave’s cunt! And that! UGH! And that! UGH! Does it hurt if I squeeze your tits? Does it, bitch?”
“AAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHH!!! YES, MASTER, IT HURTS!”
Sabinus Regulus had fought in the final battle against Spartacus, in which the Roman army had defeated his army of 60,000 men. One tenth of the prisoners were selected to be crucified along the 10-mile road that led from Capua to Rome. The soldiers had been allowed to choose female prisoners and tie them to the scaffolds too, for whatever use they wished…
Sabinus had selected a blonde with lovely firm breasts and a high, prominent vulva that got to him immediately he saw it. He ordered her to stand with her legs apart and he inserted the edge of his sword between her cunt lips, carefully separating the lips to reveal her clitoris… He liked the way she trembled when he did it, and he had always liked blonde cunts, so he chose her.
He soon discovered something else he liked about her. She was very shy. When he asked her why she was slow to show him her cunt, she explained that she had never been a slave. She was from a small tribe that had joined Spartacus after one of his victories against the Romans. The tribe had always hated Rome for its taxes and bullying and the way it took away the women…
Sabinus discussed this with his companions and they advised him to start training the girl straight away. He took their advice. He dragged her to the end of the line of crucifixions, which was now nearing Rome, and he tied her to one of the scaffolds for displaying female prisoners.
Nancy disagreed, and now she was paying for it
Coach Randy was enjoying the sight of Nancy’s pretty face sticking out between her knees, with her big red teary eyes begging him for mercy. Nancy was gorgeous as she was, but the client wanted an anorexic looking slave, so that’s what he was going to deliver. The skeletal look never did anything for him though, so he figured he might as well enjoy her while she stilled looked human. Her sweating, quivering skin and those trembling pussy lips were driving him wild. Then there were the livid red cane welts that made framed her perfect fuckholes. He couldn’t stand it anymore.
“God damn, it’s a shame your buyer wants to shrink that glorious ass! You won’t look nearly as sexy when I can see your tailbone.” Randy said, pulling out his enormous cock.
“Get ready bitch, this is probably gonna hurt.” Randy said, bellying up to the girl. His abs pushed the vibrating dildo deeper into her ass, causing Nancy to begin shrieking and thrashing around in agony. The walls of her pussy were clamping down on his thick, thrusting cock in a vain attempt to keep it from punishing her cervix again.
Nadia was an Olympic hopeful for the 100 meter dash when she caught the eye of a very rich sponsor. She was cut from the Olympic team and disappeared shortly afterwards, never to be seen again. At least not by anyone who wasn’t fucking her raw.
Thanks to her amazing athletic body the Coachers didn’t have to do much more than kidnap her and send her to the buyer, except of course to turn her A-cup tits into C-cup tits. A modification requested by the buyer and now being enjoyed by same.
“Yeah, I’d love to see you sprinting with these sweater puppies!” Larry laughed, pulling up her shirt and exposing the newly expanded tits. Nadia began bawling, and not just from the pain of having her nipples twisted and pulled by Larry’s callous fingers. She was crying at the freakishly big tits that were hanging so heavy on her chest, she’d never be able to run again without her ridiculous tits bouncing on her chest. These monsters had violated her in ways she’d never imagined, and were about to violate her in so many other ways…
Alone with her kidnapper
“Now you’re ready for good shag anytime. And for punishment too… See this belt? I’m gonna lash your tits with it! I’m gonna make them red and swollen, cockteaser! Yeah… I like big, swollen, warm tits. That’ll make ol’ Joss hard as a bone!”
“Please… please… nooooooo! I… I’ll do anything… please… don’t do it! It’ll hurt me, it’ll make me go mad… please…..”
“What the fuck are you talking about, fuck-toy? Don’t you like having your snatch shagged by a huge, hard sausage like this? Are you a perverted lesbian? Or just fucking frigid?”
“Did I go to all the hassle of kidnapping you, of cleaning this place up for you and giving you all that foreplay for nothing? Are you saying you don’t want to fuck your kidnapper? Is that what you are saying?”
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!”
Between your legs
How’d you like your cell, slave? Feel comfortable? Hope so ’cause you’ll never get out of here, HAHAHA! Mmmmm…. it smells! Oh I see you’ve been using the toilet already… Fell like home, don’t you? HAHAHA!!! OK now…. kneel on your bench with your tits on the wood and stick your ass up and high. You gonna get well used… Both holes!
Been waiting for long, slave? Tired of standing? I can’t see any wet between your legs… I told you to rub your thighs until you got your slave cunt soaked. I see you are a stubborn one… you give me no option… gonna have to whip that smooth back of yours with my bullwhip. I’ll use a cane one your tits too…
The pits of hell – You are sexy when you scream
As the marks of his whip burned in lines across their tender flesh, the girls watched as the fat, ugly face of their tormentor with its crooked-toothed grin slobbered all over their naked pain. The man’s face and the huge erection made clear to the miserable captives how pleased Sanchez was to be inflicting agony on helpless girls.
The terror Madison felt at the cruel control the man had over her body floated upon a puddle of humiliation the girl felt at the obscene exposure of her pussy to the man’s crazed lust. As Sanchez beat her friend’s tits, Madison saw how her waxed-smooth mound was vulnerable to his pig eyes and how it would be just as vulnerable to the bite of the whip if Sanchez chose to direct the leather there.
“See what your suffering does to me, slut? It turns my prick into an iron bar, all the better to rape you with later! It must feel like I’ve whipped your tits for hours, but it has only been minutes.
“Cry for me, whore! Seeing those fat tears run down your arrogant fucking face is the reason I endured years in a prison hellhole. I knew every day I survived I was that much closer to grabbing a bitch like you and making her pay for all the teasing, making her pay for all the times she gave me a hard on that she would never, ever consider satisfying. And now you are that bitch!
“Feel my whip cutting into your skin, punishing your proud tits! This is revenge for wearing those tight tank tops to flaunt your firm rack in the gym. All those aerobics classes with your sacks of breast meat jiggling left and right… Now I have you in my cellar and you follow my rules!”
Women degraded by whips
Praetor Carvonus ran his fingers along the red welts blooming on his Dacian slave’s tiny tits, pinching and scratching them to make the girl’s tiny frame shudder on the cross. Decebalus’s Dacian army had been utterly crushed, and the fine women they had captured were now the spoils of war.
A few feet away a gorgeous blonde woman was struggling to walk as she was forced to hold the heavy wooden pole across her slender shoulders and two centurions whipped at her bare ass.
“Faster honey, I want you lathered up like a horse when I bust your cunt with my cock!” One of the centurions laughed.
“Please, let me fuck you now! I can’t hold this! PLEASE!” She whimpered.
Carvonus smiled, and forced two fingers into his slave’s dry cunt, brutally forcing open her reluctant hole.
“Ngggghhh!” She whined.
The Roman expertly struck her right across her puffy red nipples, driving them back into her chest like hammered nails and watching them rebound, swelling with welts.
“NOOOOOOO!”
The two Romans began alternating their strokes, first across her abused cunt, then across her tits and back and forth it went. Never giving her time to recover, striking her while she was still screaming from the earlier blow. Soon her tits and pussy were completely covered in welts.
“Open up whore, it’s time to swallow some Roman cock. My friend is going to keep whipping your filthy slit until I cum, and if you dare bite me, I’ll have him burn off your clit. Understand?”
The soldier didn’t even wait for her to reply, instead shoving himself balls deep in her throat and groaning with pleasure as she screamed around his cock…
