“That’s was your lucky break, me rescuing you like that, kid. The papers say there were no survivors. The divers are still looking for you. You’re gonna stay with me for ever now, in this nice dry little room. It’s fair enough, after all.
I rescued you, and that makes you mine. You look like a whore to me, so I probably saved you from Hell too. Saved you from the Bible’s Hell, of course, not from mine. No one’s gonna save you from mine, between these four walls… Now let me hear you say it again, how much you like being raped by your savior…”
“Now we’ll go over that again, right? When I pinch your nipple you let your pert little ass down nice and slow until I feel you wetting my alls. I want the tip of my prick way up in there… and then you take your ass up real slow again until your lips are around my tip.
You squeeze my tip with your whore’s pussy until I say stop. It’s a bit like chewing gum, you get me? And by the way, if I shoot my load too soon, you get thirty lashes on your ass. Are you ready now?”
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A long Sunday afternoon slave training session
Category: BDSM Art, Thorn | Tags: bdsm art, slave training, thorn art
He was like a child with a new toy. He now ran his hands gleefully the crying girl’s exposed flesh. She cringed, revolted by the touch of his fingers as they wandered freely over her naked body, fondling her breasts, stroking her belly and thighs then down to her young slit. “Did this boyfriend of yours fuck you? I want to know if you have ever been fucked.”
“That’s cooled you down and this’ll soon warm you up,” he said, as he picked up the scrubbing brush. He grabbed her and set about vigorously scrubbing her naked flesh all over. She yelped squirmed and wriggled in pain as the stiff bristles scoured her soft skin.
Soon her body glowed like a boiled lobster.