balance, Jane reached back with trembling hands to open herself for Robert's rape. "Look at you," he sneered, pretending disgust though he was deeply excited by her display. Her dark pink pussy looked so pretty all spread and open for him. "You're just dying for me to rape your little cunt, aren't you? You're just dying to feel my cock in your twat. Now remember. I'm going to fuck you now, and I don't want you to move. I don't want to hear a sound out of you. You move or cry out, and you'll be punished, don't think you won't," he said, guiding his penis into the pussy held spread by the slave's own fingers. It felt so good; she was so hot! She may be ugly, but her pussy was so tight!
He wanted it to last. He moved slowly, letting her adjust, noting with satisfaction that she was staying still and staying quiet. She probably liked this, the little whore. What woman wouldn't love his
huge dick inside them? He didn't care how much these little cunts protested; he knew deep down they all wanted the same thing – a big dick buried in their nasty snatches. He began to thrust more savagely, irrationally almost angry with Jane for pretending to be such a frightened virgin, when they both knew she really wanted it. Voicing his thoughts Robert grunted, "You want this, don't you, frog? You want my cock in your nasty slit." He thrust hard, punctuating his words with his cock as he slammed into her. Jane jerked forward, crying out as he hurt her, hands flailing as she tried to keep her balance.
She failed, falling to the floor, and Robert landed on top of her in an ungainly heap. "Bitch!" he shouted. "I told you not to move! Get up!" Miserably, Jane tried to get up, but he still lay on top of her. Wrapping his powerful arms around her, he rolled them both over so that she was straddled on her back on top of him, his cock still inside of her. He lifted and lowered her for a moment, like he was doing exercises, and her body was the dumbbell. Then he lifted her off and said, "You blew it. Your cunt isn't good enough for me now. I'm going to take your ass. Get back on your knees."
"Please, please, no," Jane started to beg. He had placed her on her hands and knees. Now he crouched behind her and wrapped an arm around her neck, pulling back hard. The pressure was tight against her throat and Jane couldn't breathe.
He hissed in her ear, "Don't you ever say 'no' to me again. Do you understand? Ever." His cock was pulsing with need now. Jane's face was red and her eyes were bugging out. She looked hideous. He let her go, and as she gratefully gulped in air, he spit on his cock to lube it up. That's all she was getting today, the little bitch. Holding her tightly by her hips, he guided himself into her ass, ignoring her cries for mercy. If anything, they made him harder. It was over too soon, and he came with a loud moan into her, grabbing her tits, twisting and pulling her nipples as he slammed his body into hers, causing them both to fall again to the floor. This time he didn't berate her, but simply pulled out of her and left her in a tangled heap.
***
Her ankles ached and her head throbbed from the pressure of being upside down. She kept wanting to reach her arms out to steady herself, but of course she couldn't. They were bound tightly to her sides. Today Brenda was using something she had had made especially for her binding games. Heavy strips of fine cotton had been dyed a deep, blood red. She kept these strips, great mounds of them, in a large sewing basket, pulling out varying lengths as it suited her needs and perverted pleasure. The strips were soft but strong. At least they didn't rub and burn Jane's skin the way the nylon rope did when it was tied tightly.
The young woman presented quite a picture, hanging upside down from the ceiling, her entire body trussed in vivid red, except for her ass, pussy and tits, which were conspicuously bare. She hung by her ankles, which were secured in thick leather straps that were attached to
He wanted it to last. He moved slowly, letting her adjust, noting with satisfaction that she was staying still and staying quiet. She probably liked this, the little whore. What woman wouldn't love his
huge dick inside them? He didn't care how much these little cunts protested; he knew deep down they all wanted the same thing – a big dick buried in their nasty snatches. He began to thrust more savagely, irrationally almost angry with Jane for pretending to be such a frightened virgin, when they both knew she really wanted it. Voicing his thoughts Robert grunted, "You want this, don't you, frog? You want my cock in your nasty slit." He thrust hard, punctuating his words with his cock as he slammed into her. Jane jerked forward, crying out as he hurt her, hands flailing as she tried to keep her balance.
She failed, falling to the floor, and Robert landed on top of her in an ungainly heap. "Bitch!" he shouted. "I told you not to move! Get up!" Miserably, Jane tried to get up, but he still lay on top of her. Wrapping his powerful arms around her, he rolled them both over so that she was straddled on her back on top of him, his cock still inside of her. He lifted and lowered her for a moment, like he was doing exercises, and her body was the dumbbell. Then he lifted her off and said, "You blew it. Your cunt isn't good enough for me now. I'm going to take your ass. Get back on your knees."
"Please, please, no," Jane started to beg. He had placed her on her hands and knees. Now he crouched behind her and wrapped an arm around her neck, pulling back hard. The pressure was tight against her throat and Jane couldn't breathe.
He hissed in her ear, "Don't you ever say 'no' to me again. Do you understand? Ever." His cock was pulsing with need now. Jane's face was red and her eyes were bugging out. She looked hideous. He let her go, and as she gratefully gulped in air, he spit on his cock to lube it up. That's all she was getting today, the little bitch. Holding her tightly by her hips, he guided himself into her ass, ignoring her cries for mercy. If anything, they made him harder. It was over too soon, and he came with a loud moan into her, grabbing her tits, twisting and pulling her nipples as he slammed his body into hers, causing them both to fall again to the floor. This time he didn't berate her, but simply pulled out of her and left her in a tangled heap.
***
Her ankles ached and her head throbbed from the pressure of being upside down. She kept wanting to reach her arms out to steady herself, but of course she couldn't. They were bound tightly to her sides. Today Brenda was using something she had had made especially for her binding games. Heavy strips of fine cotton had been dyed a deep, blood red. She kept these strips, great mounds of them, in a large sewing basket, pulling out varying lengths as it suited her needs and perverted pleasure. The strips were soft but strong. At least they didn't rub and burn Jane's skin the way the nylon rope did when it was tied tightly.
The young woman presented quite a picture, hanging upside down from the ceiling, her entire body trussed in vivid red, except for her ass, pussy and tits, which were conspicuously bare. She hung by her ankles, which were secured in thick leather straps that were attached to
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