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SOVIET SADIST'S SLAVE

Date: 8/14/2017, Categories: Fetish, Hardcore, Author: 60ssexmoviechannel, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

work." The Mongolian stood up and held a sinister looking length of rope with many and multi-fold variety of knots all through it. He stood up and lassoed the hook at the top of the first stake with a loose knot, then pulled the base line of the knot to tighten it. Then, he repeated the procedure over the same thick metal hook. There were now two hoops of rope with various twists and knots in them dangling from beneath the hook at the top, of the stake. Sergei stood at the foot of the stake and bowed his head to his superior, indicating that his job was, for the moment, complete. "Perhaps one, of you young ladies," the vile doctor said, indicating them all with a wave, of his hand, "perhaps one of you would care to begin..." His eye fell on Ursula. She shuddered, having had her fill of the brute Mongolian only hours ago. But she managed not to scream out her protestations. Rather, she bit her lip and stepped up to the rope, keeping her head down as she did so. Through the black curtain of her hair she could glimpse the Mongolian, and she nearly collapsed. He seemed so utterly casual about this thing... the way all of them did... and it terrified her. If they were this casual about torturing her, how casual would they be when and if it came time to... But no! She vowed not to let her mind dwell on such morbid thoughts. "Let's string her up in proper position, Sergei," Dr. Kropotnik ordered. "Let her be not too tight, but not as loose as a vine in the breeze either. Vladimir ... needs her to be perfect." Vladimir, Colonel Prokoynin to the girls, continued playing with his assortment of whips. He exhibited an extreme fondness for each of them. He petted their leather hide and spoke to them lovingly as if they were his c***dren or lovers. This behavior did not go unnoticed by the girls. "Colonel Prokoynin is ready," the colonel himself said as he launched a stunning lash of leather into the room with bold abandon. Ursula shuddered as Sergei looped one circle of rope over one wrist and tightened it. The rough fiber cut into her flesh. The second one fell into place, and then she looked down and watched in distraught frenzy as he tied her feet in a similar manner. She looked up and saw the sawed off Mongolian dart in very close to her. As she had had her fill of him that afternoon, she balked, but it was useless. There was nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. And so, the luscious black-haired girl watched in fear and mounting horror as the Mongolian rope master gave a cursory yank and whipped her feet apart. "Oh!" the startled girl cried. She looked down and saw a thickness of rope growing taut between her ankles. Somehow, the man had bound her ankles and separated them by a length of rope. Clever work... if she could only have appreciated his ability more. She would have, too, if it were not something being done to her just now. She watched fear-stricken as her feet actually left the ground. A round of applause rose up from the guards. "Excellent, Sergei," ...