“Urrghhhh!” Betty spat, drool pouring from her mouth as the thick, smelly cock of the mechanic finally left her aching throat. “Please, I changed my mind! Forget the repairs, I’m leaving! I’m leaving right now! You fucking asshole, you almost choked me to death.”
Betty tried to stand, but the mechanic’s iron grip on her shoulders kept her down on her knees.
“Oh no, I’ve already done the repairs, and they were expensive. You promised me a world class blow job in exchange and that’s what I’m gonna get. If you haven’t learned how to deepthroat yet, that’s your problem.”
“NO! I’m leaving! LET ME GOOOO!” Betty began shrieking as the mechanic began dragging her into his garage. “Please! PLEASE! You’re scaring me!”
“Good. They say fear is a natural aphrodisiac…” The mechanic laughed.
“PLLSSSHHHH STTTHHHPPPPP!” Ashley cried behind the gag, her entire body shuddering with each brutal penetration. The fucking was bad enough, but the bastard ha also forced her to straddle some piece of equipment he had in the garage, and every thrust slammed her pelvis into it, scraping her delicate clit across the harsh metal.
“Fuck yeah… I wish more whores like you would break down around here. Normally I’d just throw you in the trunk of your car and take it to the wrecking yard, but fuck, your pussy is so nice that I think I’ll keep you.”
“Nnngghhhhh!” Ashley sobbed, her future life as a permanent fuck doll flashing horribly before her eyes.
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Randal hated his wife, Sonia; she was fat, undersexed and a total pain in his ass. Unfortunately she was also an heiress to a multibillion dollar company and the damn prenuptial agreement he signed meant he’d lose access to her fortune. Fortunately he knew a person who knew a person that knew how to contact the Coachers. After setting up an alibi of a three month vacation in the Caribbean, Randal delivered his wife to the Coachers.
From then on she was on a strict diet and daily schedule. Every morning she’d get on treadmill and run while one of the Coaches whipped her across the ass whenever she dared to slowdown. Afternoon was two hours of deepthroat training, choking on three thick cocks over and over again while she begged for it to stop. Then she’d have a salad for dinner before going to bed and getting double and triple penetrated in a gangbang that would last until sunrise, and leave her exhausted when she had to repeat it all the next day.
Now Sonia was back with her husband Randal, with the constant threat of a repeat visit making sure she stays quiet. Now she was back, on her back, with Randal preparing to sample her newly trained pussy.
“Please…fuck me, Randal. I love you! I love you! Just… don’t send me back!” Sonia begged.
Tiffany’s arms were burning and sweat was stinging her eyes as it poured down her face.
“Please…please I can’t! I can’t!” Tiffany cried, as her arms were jerked back by the weights she was strapped to. “NIIIEEEEARRGGHHH! PLEASE! DON’T!”
“You have forty more reps to go! Keep pulling on those weights and I’ll stop skinning your ass with my belt!” Coach Brick said. “Come on!”
“STOP! I can’t do this while you’re hitting me!” Tiffany screamed. She’d lost count of the number of times he’d hit her with his damn flogger, and her back and ass were burning. She was a professional trainer, so she was no stranger to intense workouts, but this was just too horrible.
“Come on slut, the faster you finish your exercises, the sooner you and I can go to bed. I know your pussy is sore from last night’s fuck session, so I’ve got a treat for you… tonight I’m just gonna give you a dildo. And then you’re gonna masturbate for me all night. Oh, and the dildo is fashioned after a horse cock…and I’m gonna make you shove the whole thing in your cunt. So hurry up and lift!”
“Noooo! Pleeeaasseee! Not again! PLEASE!” Natalie Hunter screamed as Lord Vicious swung open the door of her cell. “Don’t whip me again! Please! I can’t take it anymore!”
Every four hours Natalie was dragged out of her cell, strung up naked and shivering in Lord Vicious’s dungeon, and then brutally whipped for anywhere from fifteen minutes to an hour. She’d been here for three days, but to her it felt like three years, waiting in the dark for her punishment…
Natalie Hunter was an independent journalist, an investigator, and she was going to take Humphrey Victarion down. She’d been looking into evidence of corruption, backroom deals, or human rights violations at any of the factories he owned. She had no idea how deep Victarion’s depravity went: she didn’t discover his alter ego, Lord Vicious, until she was trembling naked in his dungeon.
“So you wanted to find my secrets, Ms. Hunter? Well now you have! What do you think, will this make the front page!?” Lord Vicious laughed, lashing Natalie’s naked and welted back.
“MMNGGGHHH!” She screamed through the gag. “LLFFFF MEHHHGGG SAAAHKKKK URRRRGHHH OCKKK!”
“Hahah, you want to suck my cock!? Is that what you’re asking!?” Lord Vicious asked, wrapping the whip around her chest so that the tip bit into her tender breasts. More >>>
“Please fuck me master! My cunt is burning for your cock! Give this worthless whore the pleasure of your glorious cock!” Gretchen sobbed as soon as Lord Vicious entered her cell. Weeks of intense training had made her humiliating speech almost instinctive, but she still couldn’t keep from crying. Her puffy labia were still red and swollen from the fucking he gave her earlier that morning, and were covered with bruises from where is riding crop had punished her tender sex lips.
“I hope you’ve had time to reflect on the mistakes you made this morning!” Lord Vicious said, gently sliding his fingers through her slippery folds. “I’d hate to have to add more cane welts to that beautiful ass of yours!”
“I have master! I promise! Please, fuck me now!” Gretchen begged. This morning she’d made several mistakes: she hadn’t cum together with Lord Vicious, she didn’t thank him for fucking her, and she had forgotten to scoop his cum out of her hole and eat it in front of him. She’d been trained to do all these things, but Lord Vicious’s fuckings were so intense. He’d settle into a hard, pounding rhythm that would drive his cock against her cervix over and over again, sending spasms through her entire body. He had surprising stamina for an overweight old man.
Juliette was completely crazy for Ben, short for Benito, a wealthy Italian businessman she’d met online. He was rich, good looking and incredibly sexy. After a night of dancing, dinner and drinks Juliette was looking forward to a night of passionate fucking. Her pussy was already sopping wet and she was aching to feel him inside her. Benito, though, was a man of peculiar tastes. There was nothing that killed his hard-on faster than a willing woman. He needed them to struggle, to beg, to be bone dry as he forced his cock into their unwilling cunts.
Ben pulled his car into the garage and waited for the garage door to slide back down before making his move. He reached over as if to stroke her hair and guide her in for a passionate kiss, and she so willingly gave herself to his hands, but as soon as his fingers were in her long black locks he grabbed a clump of hair and pulled viciously. Before Juliette could even think to scream, Benito slammed her head into the dashboard and with his free hand jammed a Tazer into her neck, sending electricity surging through her body.
Juliette’s entire body began trembling as she felt the cool leather whip brush across her exposed, vulnerable ass. She pulled at the leather cuffs around her wrists, desperately trying to free herself from the iron chains that kept her bound the mat.
“Please, please baby, don’t do this! You don’t have to do this!” Juliette begged. She didn’t understand how this could be happening, or why. She’d been more than willing to spread her legs for Benito, in fact she’d been looking forward to it. So why was he doing this?
“You’re right, I don’t have to do it. I want to.” Benito said, bringing the whip cracking down across her ass.
To Juliette it felt like she’d just been slashed by a knife, a thin line of burning pain had erupted along the top of her butt. She bit her lip and her fingernails dug into the palm of her hand as she struggled to deal with the most intense pain she’d ever felt.
“NOOOOO! IIEEEARRRGHHH! STOOOPPPP!”
But Benito didn’t stop. He kept adding welt after welt to Juliette’s butt, his cock throbbing as he watched her pert ass jerk turn into an angry red.
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…
The people of Russia knew him by many names. The Mad Monk, some called him. A Holy Fool, others called him. But the young women of St. Petersburg knew him by another name: “Master.” That was the name they spoke late at night, when they were face down on a dirty mattress, or pressed up against a wall somewhere in the shadows of the street.
Rasputin had his fill of women, though no one was quite sure how.
To look upon him was to be repulsed. This man was not attractive. He had a dark face, his eyes shadowed and cruel. His hair was limp and greasy, a testament to his infrequent bathing. His rotting teeth and rancid breath did not inspire passion, and his body reeked like a goat. There was no earthly reason why this man should draw women to him like honey draws flies. Yet he did. He fucked with wild abandon, and no one ever seemed to refuse his advances.
There were whispers among the people that Rasputin possessed supernatural powers. That he could control minds and bend the will of the women he took to bed. Perhaps these powers were a gift from God. Perhaps they were a gift from the Devil. No one knew for sure.
Katya had felt his powers first-hand. A maid in the Tsar’s household, she had been cleaning late one night when she felt a presence behind her. She turned and…nothing. Everything went fuzzy. When she became aware again, she was standing in a hall gagged and bound, naked but for her panties.
Rasputin’s whores were numerous. Often they were young; pretty things that laboured as maids or cooks in the Tsar’s household. Sometimes they were older, and of a higher class. A few were actual whores, procured in the streets and alleyways of St. Petersburg. The women varied, though most had one thing in common. All had begged him to take them.
All those who knew Rasputin were confused by his ability to fuck such a collection of women. He was not an attractive man. They supposed the appeal came from his political connections to the royal family or his skills between the sheets. After all, the women all left his bed singing praise of his skills and his holiness. But there was something that was just so hard to believe about that. His eyes were so cruel, his hair so greasy, his manner so hard. Why would women want a man like him?
What no one knew was that the women were not willing at all. Rasputin was like a vampire, stalking his prey and taking them whenever it suited him. He enjoyed the unwillingness; their little cries made his dick so much harder.
He had grabbed this woman during a ball that was being held for the Tsar’s nephew. She was easy prey, standing by herself near the window. It was a simple matter for him to creep up outside the window and take her.
She had put up a valiant struggle; her dress had ripped in the fight, exposing her breasts. But Rasputin had won in the end. He always did. This woman had bit him before he managed to get the gag in. Oh, she would pay for that.
Her breasts were soft… luscious… inviting. He would get great joy from biting them. He sank his teeth into her warm skin; he felt her tense underneath him as the pain made her stiffen. Her cries of pain and her muted pleas to stop took him right to the edge of cumming. He held off, though. He had plans for this little bitch.
“Have you ever had your ass fucked, woman?” he asked.
She shrieked and started thrashing around.
At any given time there are thousands of cargo ships crossing the world’s oceans, delivering cars, electronics, food and countless other commodities. One ship, however, carries a very different kind of cargo: sex slaves. Affectionately known as the Slave Barge to its crew, the ship looks like any other cargo vessel on the outside, but on the inside it’s a paradise for the crew…and a nightmare for the cargo it carries. The holds of the Slave Barge are a series of prison cells and dungeons, all designed to quickly break and train the new girls that come aboard.
The girls that have the misfortune of ending up on this god forsaken ship start out as beautiful, independent and strong young women. But once they descend into the bowels of the Slave Barge…
They’re just Cargo.
Betty was so cold she could no long feel the biting arctic wind sweeping across her bare tits. A few hours ago she’d been a normal college student going to her first off-campus party in the warehouse district. That’s when this nightmare had started, when she’d been grabbed by a pair of sailors and locked away in one of the abandoned warehouses.
“Ughhh, for such a fat-titted cow you sure have a tight pussy!” Her captor had taunted her as he rammed his cockmeat in her dry, resisting vagina.
“Flip her over, I want to take her ass!” The other sailor said.
“NNIIEEARRGGHHH! PLEASE! TAKE IT OUTTTTT!” She’d screamed as the dry fucking of their cocks began stretching and tearing her delicate holes. Of course her screaming only made them fuck her harder, fucking her in a brutal rhythm that never gave either hole a chance to adjust to the massive invaders tearing them open.
“What do you think bitch? Can you take the whole thing down your throat?”
“Doesn’t matter you don’t have a choice HAHA”
“Oh don’t cry, it will be over soon…then we get to sell you for lots of money, cheerleaders make the best fuckslaves”
“STOP CRYING! Its just 9 more cocks and then one teeny tiny numbered piercing in your nipple so they keep track of you at the auction HAHA. Or would you prefer a brand?”
“How’s that crotch rope feeling Debbie?”
“Get used to it, where you’re going there will be things a lot more painful than that”
“If you’ll excuse me I need to go get dressed, I’m meeting my new business partner, try not to struggle too much, that rope is designed to automatically tighten HAHA”
“I won’t see you again so this is goodbye, a man will be by in an hour or two to take you to your new owner. I hope you like being a fuckpet!
Don’t cry, honey. Sorry we had to throw your parents overboard but we needed a boat for the merchandise. Now cheer up ’cause you’re gonna come with us and get some action! The crossing will take days and we’re gonna make the most of it. We’ll be traveling at night to avoid the coast guard and we’ll be fucking you raw during the day. You’ll get a nice tan laying naked spread-eagled on deck. And don’t worry about the sun burning your skin, jism makes up a lovely sunscreen!
It was nice having you on board but your time’s up, sweetie pie. You’re part of the deal. You and 2 million bucks, cash. It looks like that old bastard Mateo Matanzas knew you and was very fond of you… I guess he plans to get a lot of mileage out of you, considering what he paid. I wouldn’t like to be in that hot body of yours! By the way, hope you don’t mind, but he asked us to deliver those big tits of yours hooked. You know, instead of a collar and chain, he wants nip hooks and chain. They sure make a whore more docile. The old dog knows how to treat young bitches, you’ll see!