The light patch of her pubic hair split two gorgeously long legs, with full, strong thighs and well-rounded calves. She radiated an air of sensual sleekness. “Terry,” Mr. White startled her out of herself, “my son and his wife, Dan and Diane.” “She’s beautiful,” Diane cooed, her hand gently caressing Terry’s arm, sending goosebumps across her skin, “and her hair…. Terry, you must promise me never to change your hairstyle. This braid is so becoming.” Terry was completely out of her element.
She felt unsure, defenseless, scared, and, she admitted, shy and excited. It was like she was a little girl again, standing before her mother while being bathed. She nodded to Diane, not able to say anything. “She is stunning, Dad. She wasn’t hurt, I hope.” “No. She wasn’t hurt. Enjoyed herself, I think.” She blushed at this and Diane still fondling her braid, running the end teasingly across her back and buttocks through her clothes.
“Good, good,” Dan continued, “and don’t worry, Dad, we’ve got everything all set up. See you later.” With a grunt Mr. White left, leaving her alone with these two beautiful people in this room of lavish excess. “We can’t call her Terry, now, can we Dan.” “No no. You’re right. We’ll have to think of something else.” They paused for a moment, still staring at her, and she trembled under their gaze. It was so appraising, so possessive yet also strangely tender and kind.
“I know,” Diane said, “Kiko. Her name will be Kiko.” “Good. I like that. Now little one, your new name is Kiko. Whenever you’re with us, you will be Kiko. Understand?” he asked, smiling down at her. “Yes, Mr. White.” “Oh no, that’s all wrong,” Diane broke in. “You must call us Master and Mistress, for that is who we are. Now what is your name?” she asked, stroking her head.
“Kiko, Mistress.” ~Subject: Short 5.0 (mf nc sick) ~From: [email protected] * * * * * * * * * Blood ran from her wrists down her arms as she hung, whimpering and crying and wailing, six inches above the floor. Her firm, proud young body jerked and trembled under the continuous whipping and beating of the five men in the room with her.
Her head whipped back and forth, in tune with the agony coursing through her body, tossing her long, long blond hair, reaching down to her ankles, back and forth across her back and buttocks, sticking to the sweat and seeping blood covering her body. Her large blue eyes were closed and swollen with tears, showing long, glistening lashes; her full, luscious red lips trembled and worked spasmatically as she continued to cry and scream and beg for release.
Her round, upthrusting breasts jiggled and swayed as she was jerked back and forth by the blows raining against her body, blood oozing from the marks of thin canes. Her legs thrashed wildly as the torture continued, each blow against her crotch sending her howling and swinging from her tortured wrists.
Edward motioned his lackies to stop the blows and stood looking at his prize, now whimpering and sobbing softly, her body jerking spasmatically, uncontrollably, in remembrance of the agony she had just endured. Edward thought of her as she was just one hour ago, a beautiful young college student, an American, proud and sure in her freedom and education. American, he thought, and spat.
Now she was no more than a bloody piece of meat hanging before him, still luscious with her curves and her soft, trembling flesh. He walked behind her and grabbed her inner thighs, slick with sweat and blood, in his hands, pulling her up and spearing her up the ass with his hard cock, earning him a delicious howl of agony as he felt her skin tear before his rampaging phallus.
One of his men stepped up and thrust hard into her cunt, and they worked her trembling, squirming, thrashing, twisting, mewling, sweating, bleeding body between them until they shot deep inside her, to be replaced by more of his men. They had all fucked her twice by the time the cut her ruined wrists and shoulders free and let her fall to the floor, before they made her crawl around on all fours, kicking her when she fell, exhausted from the pain, until she got back up and continued.
He made her take them all in her mouth, knowing she would be happy for the respite from the pain, and luxuriated in the soft warmth of her mouth. He let hope of release build up before he took her outside and strapped her on her hands and knees over a wooden block.
After he and his men had emptied their bladders and bowels over her, he let the dogs loose, and stood back and watched as what remained of her lush young body was taken again and again by his animals, delighting in the continuous cries flowing from her lips and the delicious straining of her body. He left her there over-night, keeping company with the dogs, and had his servants release her the following morning.
If she was lucky, she would make it to some red cross personel, for then she’d probably live. Otherwise, well, there were a lot of beggars and theives who really didn’t care what their pussy looked like…. ~Subject: Short 6.0 (mmf nc teen asian) ~From: [email protected] (Dagon) Author’s note: Not a very good one, but it’s got a lot of juvinile sex in it, so it should please a few of you. By the way, any response would be appreciated.
* * * * * * * * She screamed in agony as he forced his cock deep into her bowels, stretching her ass until she thought it would tear, her slender fourteen year old body shaking and jerking in revulsion and terror, her body bent over and tied achingly to a large chair. She couldn’t believe, her mind a whirl of pain and humiliation, that she had left her house just a few hours ago to go on a date-it seemed like another world altogether.
She had taken over an hour to prepare, combing out her long, blue-black hair and tying it in a loose braid, applying makup to enhance her glowing asian eyes, powdering her delicate features to give her face a clear, pale glow.
She had even bought a special dress, a short-sleeved affair which covered her upper body, pulling attention away from her almost non-existent chest to her narrow waist, and which fell from there into a short, flirty skirt which showed off legs strong and well shaped from years of bicycle riding. It had been so exciting, she remembered, being asked out by the seventeen year old captian of the football team, Tommy. All her friends had just died.
She was forced back to reality as Tommy took her chin in his hand and forced her to look at him, her tear stained face a mask of fear and desperation. “Please, uh, please let, aahgg, me go,” she whimpered as his friend continued plowing her virgin ass, sending streamers of agony through her each time his hips crashed against her ass cheeks, the penetration tearing her apart. “You are so beautiful Sylvi,” he answered softly.
“I’m not done with you yet.” With that he stood up and urged his friend on, telling him to fuck the little bitch hard, to hurt her, to make her scream. She turned red in shame as she felt him come inside her ass, her ass burning at the violation. She remembered they had gone out to dinner, and she had talked, and he had talked, and then he had taken her back to his place, since he had forgotten to bring the flowers he had gotten her.