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

    now eat up. you’re going to need your strength if you going to escape” this must have made sense to her because she hungrily inhaled the pizza still looking hungry when she finished. “You want more?” she nodded. “Alright but to get more I need to tie you too the ceiling ok?” “Just not on my tip toes” I strung her up this time by the chain on her collar and went to get her more food. It was tight enough that she could only take two steps in any direction before choking herself. When I returned with two more slices she was where I had left her looking sour. I had also brought with me a chair which I set down in front of her, out of her reach. I set down the two slices and a bottle of water before her I undid her leg cuffs first and then her hand cuffs. She was contained so I wasn’t too worried about her attacking me again. The blood was now dried on my face but I left it on to show her I had not forgotten. She crouched down and began eating the other pizzas while I asked her questions, “Do you have a boyfriend?” “He’s looking for me right now and is going to find me” she said between mouthfuls. “Are you a virgin?” I asked, she was twisted her face in anger and was about to say something when she caught a glimpse of my blood caked face and serious stare. “Yes I am” I smiled at this. “You name is Anna right?” she nodded “you will now be named slave” she didn’t acknowledge this and kept eating. I began to get annoyed by how she addressed me “You may call me master or sir, ...
    understand?” “yes…sir” she said, there was a long gap between yes and sir. “Have you had an orgasm before?” she looked at me strangely. “That’s a no then, what’s the most sexual act you have ever done?” “I kiss my boyfriend but nothing else… sir” for a moment horror crossed her face “You aren’t going to do those things to me are you?” “Only if you ask me to” she relaxed a little at this but then alarm came across her face. “Sir? You are going to torture me until I ask you right?” I didn’t respond and let her finish her meal. Realization slowly crossed her face and she began to comprehend the situation she was in. “Ok lets pick up from where we started from yesterday, remove you cloths” she bit her lip, looking at me hesitantly. “I trust you do remember what happened last time you refused?” She hastily started to remove her tank top, graceful arms pulling at the fabric. “Stop!” she froze letting the shirt fall back onto her “Do it more slowly” she complied but glared at me the whole time. Her stomach was flat with little ridges running along it showing where her toned abs lay hidden beneath the skin. Her breasts must have been a C cup, the bra she was wearing was a little too small for her and it pushed them together nicely. I took my eyes from her not knowing how much longer I could keep my composer. She took the top off and let it hang from the chain around her neck, and started on her shorts gyrating her hips to get the tight brown shorts from around her slender form to below her ...
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