1. My Tortured Slave (Part 1)


    Date: 10/2/2016, Categories: Dark Fantasy, BDSM, Bondage and restriction, Cruelty, Domination/submission, Extreme, Male/Teen Female, Rape, Slavery, Torture, Toys, Violence, Author: Unknow user, Rating: 88.9, Source: sexstories.com

    to form sentences. “I will… do anything… you need me… to doooooo ohhhhh” I turned it to the second setting and the panting got heavier and her face was now a dark red. Her hands now desperately darted across the plastic, fingernails trying to get perchus under it to pry the chastity off. Then they fell to her side and she stiffened for a moment her cute face frozen in a silent scream and after about fifteen seconds she collapsed to the floor. I could see the pussy juices oozing out, escaping through the sides of the device and pooling beneath her. “How was that?” “Weird… now please … turn… it… off…” she said, difficultly producing the words with more trouble than it should have taken. Her face was still red and she was still panting but was far off from a second orgasm. “Nope” and I pushed the vibrators to the max. Surprise raced across her face and her eyes grew large again sweat forming on her brow, her back arched sharply and she began to madly involuntarily hump the air above her, her panting turning into raged gasps as she orgasmed again. Although she finished the orgasm her hips had a mind of their own and were still thrashing about sending the now free flowing pussy juices all over her body. Her back stayed arched until her third orgasm, she looked like a fish out of water as her mouth desperately trying to breath in air. Despite the fatigue that was already showing on her body, her hips continued to viciously hump the air. I watched her large eyes glaze over and ...
    roll back in her head, she passed out again. But this didn’t stop the continual orgasms. Although she wasn’t conscious her hips still gyrated and her back stayed arched. She was soaking herself in her own pussy juices. I watched for a few more orgasms before I stood up placed the remote and key by her head gently kissed her wet forehead. Either she would wake up and turn off the vibrators or they would run out of batteries. “Good night slave, please don’t go crazy” and I left the intensely thrashing girl to lie in her wetness and fiercely hump the air. She must have pissed herself sometime in the night for when I came down the next morning the smell was overpowering. She lay curled up in the wet mess, and when I reached her I saw that the key and vibrator remote remained untouched I picked them both up. It must have run out of batteries. I gently nudged her awake with my foot, she was in desperate need of a shower and new clothing. “How are you feeling this morning slave?” “Why are you doing this to me?” she evidently had been crying last night, the bag on her eyes accompanied by the redness of tears. I ignored her question. “You think you can take a shower today without trying to escape?” “You are a sick man and you need help” I sighed, she wasn’t being very cooperative today. I went to the counter and and lay my hand over the black stick, she saw this and immediately said. “Yes Sir I can take a shower without escaping” she said remembering to add Sir, I smiled at this. “Good ...
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