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…
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Between your legs
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Cutie in sex slavery of BDSM lover
A young blonde with posh body got into trouble. Her ship crashed at the unknown island. The poor babe survived and was sold by a sailor to a perverted BDSM lover. The man had a lot of black sex slaves who had to fulfill the most perverted of his desires. The blonde had to suck the man’s dick to begin with. It was just the first of all the humiliation and torture she will experience in this sex slavery. The babe had her ass-hole penetrated many times by her new master and the black slave girls helped him to hold her still. The poor blonde realized that she will experience a lot of new sex experiments which are not really pleasant.
Jasmine began to suck and fuck as best she could
Jasmine thought she was in love and consented to visit the Sultan’s village in the middle east. When she arrived however, she found that this would be no golden fairy-tale dream but a black nightmare of rape and torture. Jasmine was to become just another prostitute rented out to anyone who could afford her. But she must be broken first. The Sultan summoned his trainers to help break her spirit. Holding her hair in a vice-like grip the Sultan yanked her face up to his hard cock. When the first man pushed his cock into her cunt, Jasmine screamed. With her mouth open the Sultan shoved his prick between her waiting lips.
“If I feel one tooth I will impale you on a stake in the village square,” whispered the Sultan, “it will take you three days to die.”
Now in fear for her very life, Jasmine began to suck and fuck as best she could. The tears coursed down her cheeks as first one man then another and another took turns spending their seed in her ass, and cunt or over her face and into her waiting mouth. She forgot about her own will and thought only of satisfying these men who held her life in the balance. After her first three hour session of rape and torture she lay panting; covered with the filth of fifty men.
“That was your introduction, my western bitch, now word will spread. From now on you will spend days on end being used for every perverted pleasure conceivable. Welcome to the middle east my white whore!”
They held out as long as they could, but soon the new slaves began to plead for an end to the beating.
“I will stop only if you promise to always do as you are told” said the old man.
“Yes! Please!! Anything… We’ll do anything you ask!”
The two slaves were released from the chains and lowered onto their hands and knees. The old man parted his robes exposing his erect cock. Weeping openly now the two girls crawled forward and took the large cock and balls into their mouths. Soon the old man began to groan as his seed pumped into one slave’s mouth. She swallowed it all; not wasting a single drop. “I’ll take them both. Give them my brand, pierce their cunts and nipples and remove their clits. They will be presents for my wife who wishes to have her own harem.”
Slasher: The black crystal
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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.
We’ll take care of it
“Hey, chief,” Sam said into his phone out in the alley.
“What can I do for you, perp?” the blonde cop asked. He had Kim by the hair, sitting, her back to his front, on his lap.
Her great tits were flouncing out of a red, low-cut, skin-tight minidress she had been forced into, and her mouth invaded and mashed by a padded prod gag. He pulled her tremblingly down onto his cock again as he finished his sentence. “More miscreants to be taught the error of their ways?”
“Yeah,” Sam drawled. “Got another one for ya.” He thought of Coral, naked, getting brutally humped back in the car with Sean, her mouth and eyes sealed with industrial tape, her wrists and elbows strapped behind her. That image was crowded alongside a comatose Caitlin, white lace stretched across her smeared torso, her ankles cinched to her thighs.
Seth had her on her gagged face on the broom closet floor, fucking her up the ass as her pinioned arms were crushed between them.
“Okay,” said the special squad chief, gripping Kim’s left tit. “We’ll take care of it.” He automatically recorded the relevant info and location as he finished ejaculating into the weeping Asian. “Hey guys,” he called, “wrap it up. We got work to do.”
His fellow special squanders looked up from where they were fucking Amy and Rebecca.
The once happy blonde writhed on the floor in a black, low-cut, micromini, rubberized latex dress — her wrists cinched and her mouth sealed with black super-adhesive latex tape, her high-heel-booted legs rising and falling like a lazy sledgehammerer as she was screwed. More at megabdsmart.com
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Damian crucifixions – decadence
The robed women were lined up and forced to watch as two of the freshly caught slaves were burned alive by the heathen army.
Anya and Lania screamed madly as the flames slowly consumed their flesh. “PLEEEEASE! AAAAAUGHM Please kill us PLEEASEM”
“No my little virgins,” laughed the Bedouin chieftan, “you are the example to all the other slaves. They will obey or face the same death!”
One by one the slaves were stripped and raped. The screams of the burning sisters rang in their ears as the soldier’s cum filled their innocent young bodies.
“Do it whore,” said Husam, “Lick your sister’s cunt while I whip her pale white tits! I will give you one minute to make her cum in your mouth. If you fail, I will slice off her clit and feed it to my dogs.”
Even though it disgusted her, Belinda leaned in and began to lick the folds and the bud of her sister’s slit as Husam began to whip her breasts harder with each stroke.
Belinda worked her lips and tongue feverishly as her sister screamed at first in agony but soon in ecstasy as well.
Suddenly Belinda felt her sister’s hips thrust forward against her mouth as began to cum. Belinda clamped her lips over her sister’s flowing sex and sucked all the juices into her mouth. Then she opened her mouth and showed Husam her sister’s cum now cradled onto her tongue. “Very good little slave. Now let’s see how you suck cock.”
Too afraid to refuse Belinda opened her mouth as Husam parted his robes. After only a moment of licking his massive member Belinda felt him spew against the back of her throat!
“Aaaah! You are very skilled little whore. My wives will very much enjoy your talents while I am away.”
Roman Decadence. The Senator.
The Senator got through a lot of slaves. He bought them in pairs and when he grew tired of them he sold them in pairs.
The Arab slave traders knew the Senator and his rituals well. The girls had to have different color hair. On this occasion, they had brought him a blonde and a redhead. They sent the redhead in naked and she squatted at his feet with her feet and wrists bound. The Senator grabbed her by the hair and waited for the blonde. If he liked her, he would pull the redhead onto his erect cock and let her suck him and pump him with both hands while he questioned the blonde.
The blonde came in shyly…
“Stand with your feet wide apart and hold your sex lips open!” the Senator ordered. The girl obeyed, pulling her lips apart. The Senator grunted his approval. She was wet. The Arabs had made sure of that by licking her cunt. They also rubbed her clitoris and put their fingers up her vagina to bring down more juice…
“Are you a virgin, slave?” the Senator asked.
“In my ass, Sir.” The Senator looked at the Arabs, who nodded.
The Senator pushed the redhead aside. “Take her away and flog her,” he said to his son, pointing to the redhead. The son led her to an adjacent room, where with the help of two slaves he suspended her upside down with her legs stretched apart, leaving her vagina wide open and defenseless. He flogged the girl brutally on her cunt and tits with a leather strap, and then fucked her mouth until he shot off and filled it with spunk.
In the early Second Century, the Emperor Hadrian passed laws which made it illegal to kill a slave or sell a slave as a prostitute without first going through the courts. Many people found this difficult to believe as there was no difference in their minds between slaves and other kinds of property.
In practice, the new law brought more work for magistrates, who already had the legal obligation to torture slaves because it was supposed that slaves would not testify against their Masters. They would be afraid of being flogged by them. Under torture, the law argued, slaves would tell the truth. Dura lex, sed lex. A hard law, but the law.
On this occasion the magistrates Pius Severus Varus and Gratianus Superbus were hearing the case of a rich woman named Antonia who claimed that the three girls were no use in the house and would be better in a brothel.
They could not cook or clean, she said, and since her husband’s death in Britannia they had become lazy and rebellious. The three of them had attacked her when they were cleaning her by scraping oil off her body. They had scratched her breasts, she said. She could not handle them alone and wanted to sell them to a friend who owned a brothel in Porta.
It was the kind of case that the magistrates and the clerks of court enjoyed. Antonia’s maid removed her Mistress’s robe and the men examined her breasts for signs of violence. They found only insignificant little scratches.
“They scratched the inside of my lips too,” she said. “The lips of my vagina,” she added, unnecessarily. The magistrates and the clerks all examined her cunt lips. They found no scratches, just a wet vagina. “Some of the oil got into your lips,” said the chief magistrate with a smile. Antonia smiled back. She sucked in air as the magistrate fingered her clitoris…
He then ordered the clerks of court to torture two of the three girls. The third, who he found exceptionally pretty, was ordered to strip off and stand near them.
The clerks flogged the two slaves with long leather straps, hitting them hard on the buttocks and breasts. Then they hit the soles of their feet with canes until the girls screamed for mercy.
Crusader slaves
Mara refused to accept her new status as a slave rather than the aristocratic daughter of a slain crusader. But her owner, Masul, had a ready and always effective solution for curing the haughty Mara of her refusal to accept the new reality. Her whipping was brutal and extended and done in public, in full view of the other slaves as a lesson. Mara would quickly become the most obedient pleasure slave of them all. Mosul’s first wife conducted the punishment session…
“Say it again, slave!”
“PLEAAAASSSSSEEEEEEEE… I beg my mistress to allow this worthless slave to lick her Master’s arsehole…!!!
Yahib’s wife, Musafi, may not have been very attractive, but she was one to always think of ways to keep her husband happy. Yahib’s other wives were beautiful of face and body – but none knew how to cater to his needs and wants as much as Musafi. And now she had endeared herself even more in his eyes by spending her own meager funds to buy him this new white bitch as a present.
“If you want, your lovingly wife can take care of her training according to your liking , Master…”
“Yeah… but have her sent to me every night, I want to verify her progress…”
Family ties – I’ll pull on the clamps and rip your clit out
“You see this? It’s bamboo. It’s a cane. Whippy and full of knots Stings like hell, you just can’t imagine… Well, your wicked stepfather is gonna bring this cane down onto your gorgeous buttocks Or your long, creamy thighs. Your calves too, if I feel like it. And let me warn you, if you bend your knees, even for a split second, I’ll pull on the clamps and rip your clit out… A cunt and an asshole are the only things that matter for serving your stepfather. So don’t move. You can wobble your big boobs around though, that’s fine by me…” go to bdsmartplanet.com
“No idea? You don’t recognize my voice, Laura? Typical! You always were the black sheep, always going you’re own way… you never cared about the people who were bustin’ their balls to fuck you. That’s all over kid. You’re mine now and I call the cards. I fuck you when I want, the way I want… How’s that for starters?”
