From Vampire Slayer to Vampire Slave (Open to 1 female)

[Roadrunner2005]

Hi, I'm looking to start a roleplay and I'm seeking one female victim. Picture a world that's like a cross between "Blade" and "Buffy" in which the vampires are highly organized and have humans working for them, and their enemies are the Slayers--young girls who are chosen by fate to fight them. In the scene, me and my people capture a Slayer and instead of killing her, we turn her into our slave using sex, humiliation, torture and drugs and use her to get at other Slayers. She's ashamed of what she's become but can't help herself.

I'm looking for a female to play the Slayer. In addition to forced sex and gang rape, other elements I have in mind include humiliation, bondage, torture (whipping, clamps, needles, etc), biting (this being a vampire fantasy after all), orgasm denial, forced orgasm, cum drinking, forced lesbianism, marking by tattoo or piercing, and perhaps even bestiality (just as a kind of humiliation). You are welcome to suggest things that you like, but my limits are no scat, amputation or snuff.

My character: descendent of the first group of vampires to arrive at the New World, looks middle-aged, medium-built, dark-skinned, dark hair, brown eyes.

And here's the beginning of the scene:

Like many drugs, the drug that we nicknamed "Craving" was discovered by accident. Our lab was trying to create a drug that could temporarily enhance human senses so our human soldiers can be more helpful when they assist in our operations. Our scientists came up with a compound that can enhance human senses, in particular tactile sensation and the feeling of pain and pleasure, for several hours. What is curious about this compound is that the subjects will not only experience sensations more intensely, the causes of these sensations will also be imprinted in the subjects' memory and they will develope a craving for the same causes even when the effect of the compound is gone. The council was divided as to what to do with this compound. It obviously wasn't the drug that we were looking for, and if we wanted to give humans some kind of craving to control them there's a more obvious option. Some members suggested that we market it to humans for profit, but I had an idea.

A few months ago a new Slayer arrived and she's already caused us more casualty that the previous one in a year. She's young, inexperienced, but strong-willed and agile. If she's bitten, I bet she'd kill herself rather than to become one of us, but what if we give her some other kind of craving? She's nubile young woman after all...

So I set up a trap in a factory, leaving false trails so you can "discover" what seems to be our biggest operation. As soon as you arrive your actions are closely monitored. I enjoy the sight of your young, athletic body as you fight your way into the basement of the factory, killing vampires and flooring humans along the way. Seeing that you're deep enough into the trap, I give my special assault team the go-ahead...

[Roadrunner2005]

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When the men were gone, you were left alone in the dimly-lit dungeon, curled up in your steel cage, collared. Your tits were sore from the men's rough handling, and you cupped them to ease the pain. Then, almost unknowingly, you began squeezing and rubbing them. You're shocked by what you're doing, but you just couldn't stop. You began playing with your nipples--first with both hands, then, pinching your nipples with one hand, you moved your other hand down to your still-wet pussy....

Suddenly, all the lights in the dungeon are turned on and the door swings open. "Look at her, Jake!" says Josephine giggling as we walk in, followed by both humans and vamps. At my command, two guys open your cage and drag you out by your arm and your hair. "C'mon, you shameless little whore, stand up straight!" One of them says as they hold your arms behind your back and make you stand before us. "You horny little whore! Who gave you permission to play with yourself, huh? You'll be punished for this!" I say chuckling. "What, are you trying to tell me that's not what you're doing, huh?" I ask as I grab one of your nipples and pull it up. "Now I'm going to be nice to you today. You'll be punished for playing with yourself, but I'll let you finish what you're doing first," I say with a wicked grin. "That's right, I'll let you finish playing with yourself," I explain when I see the shocked look on your face. While you're still hesitating, a riding crop hits you across your tits. "C'mon, slut, don't waste our time!" Josephine hisses, ready to strike again. "Play with your tits, squeeze them harder!" She begins barking out orders when the two men let go of your arms. "Now spread your lips with one hand--no, keep your feet apart!" "Finger-fuck yourself!"

"Turn around, I want to see that shapely ass," I add. "Bend over! Yes, that's you in the mirror, with your tits hanging down between your legs and your cunt and asshole clearly visible--don't stop!" I order as I pick up a cane, ready to give you some encouragement.

[Bronte]

I blush from head to toe as you command me. Deep within me a voice tells me to resist, to use my super strength to rip these undead perverts to pieces. But I feel so weak. The idea of resisting just splutters out. A look of deep shame passes over my features as, standing in a circle of rapist vampires I slowly bend over at the waist, thrusting my pert cheerleader bottom right at you. Slowly I begin to rub my abused titties again with my left hand as Josephine giggles luridly. With a sigh of self loathing I press my right hand against my damp pussy. My body responds immediately, like a junkie getting a fix. You watch fascinated as your teenage slave finger fucks herself more and more urgently. I hear the damn flip cameras being opened by some of the vampires - more footage for their RapedSlayer.com website.

You choose this moment to punish my ass a little. The cane whistles through the air and cracks against my plump ass flesh. I shriek and jump up, but Josephine gets me back in position simply by raising her crop and her eyebrows. Humiliated and cowed by the lesbian vampire, I resume my position and self abuse with a moan of frustration. Soon I’m panting again, urgent little moans increasing in intensity. A sheen of sweat covers my skin. You draw back the cane again.

SWISH! “AAAAHH! Oh, god please don’t cane my bottom, I’m doing what you asked…. EEEEIIK! Ow! That hurts so much please don’t…..NNNNNAAAA!” The assembled vamps chuckle as they notice I don’t let the searing strokes of pain across my ass interrupt my more and more frantic masturbation. In fact, they can tell the humiliation and pain, combined with the toxin in my bloodstream, is making the experience even more intense.

“Uh…ooohhh…..oh god….ahhhhhh….EEEEEIIIK! Ow! Oh jesus I’m coming…. Ahhh ….. oooooohhh… fuck….AAAAAAAAAAAA!” I gasp and moan like an animal as I come hard and wet over my fingers, my back arcing and my blond hair swishing around frantically. As I am overcome by the explosive orgasm you thrash my ass hard, the agony and the ecstasy combining to overwhelm me, the sound in my throat both a gasp of pleasure and a scream of pain. Dizzy, I stand upright and then collapse to the floor panting with exertion and weeping with shame.

Josephine applauds loudly. “Very nice, fuckslut! We’re gonna train you so you can never have an orgasm without somebody hurting you or humiliating you. Once we’re done with you you’ll spend the rest of your miserable existence begging men to fuck you up. You’re gonna be the ultimate damaged goods whore.” She laughs evilly again.

She turns and catches your eye. “Nice work with the cane. I remember from our days in the Inquisition what an expert you are with that thing.” She smiles and indicates toward a rail of clothing that is being wheeled in. “She’s very nice in her birthday suit, but if you’d like to dress her up we have a wide selection of things here that might amuse you. A french maid outfit, a street whore ensemble, good girl white lingerie and bad girl stuff in black, a latex skinsuit. We’ve got a copy of her school uniform, with a few alterations, and her cheerleader outfit.” You review the collection with amusement - Josephine really has thought of everything.

“The brainwashing seems to be working, even faster than we hoped. We should think about testing her, under proper supervision, to make sure she follows all orders even when we’re not around. It’ll be daylight in a few hours. We could keep her down here in the basement for more lessons or send her out appropriately dressed with some instructions. Our human contacts can keep her under control until nightfall for us.” You ponder your options as some of the thugs working the handheld cameras force me to kneel up with my hands behind my head and talk dirty, under threat of a taser.

“Um..I’m your little slayer slut. I…I like it when you come on my face. I…I want to fuck you all with my pretty mouth. I like it when you punish my boobies and my bottom. I’m your little fuckslut. I want to call you daddy while you fuck me hard.” You chortle and mentally thank the genius who dreamed up Crave again.

[subserviant]

very nice ,waiting for more.

[Roadrunner2005]

The drug is really amazing. We set you up, interrupting your training and leaving you alone to see how horny you'd get from being treated roughly, and you ended up playing with yourself. When we walked in on you and told you to finger yourself for us to see, you're ashamed and reluctant at first, but it's precisely the shame that turned you on even more, and once you started you were like a sex-crazed little slut, fingering yourself almost desperately, your juices dripping all the way down your thighs. You felt ashamed afterwards, and when Josephine began talking there was anger in your eyes. But when she mentioned the word "humiliate" I swear I could see your nipples harden. There's clearly lust in your eyes when the vamps made you talk dirty to the camera. Did you say those things because you're afraid of the taser, or maybe the thought of the pain was causing a tingling inside you?

One of the vamps filming you unzips, takes out his cock and slaps you teasingly with it. I can see your nostrils flare at the smell of his vampire pre-cum. Your lips part slightly, and it clearly takes you a lot of strength to keep your hands behind your head rather than reach out for that cock. "You want it, don't you, slayer-cunt?" the vamp says laughing, "disobey us and you'll never get to taste vampire cum again." You look like you're horrified, but it's not clear if you're horrified by the idea of not being able to taste vampire cum again, or by your realization of how desperately you are addicted to it....

Josephine surprises me with the clothes she's prepared for you. Damn, she never ceases to amaze me. You still need to be punished, but I want to reward Josephine for her creativity and enthusiasm, and her idea of testing you sounds interesting. The vamps are still fondling and teasing you when I throw you your cheerleader outfit, and you give me a look that says "What now your pervert", which only earns you a hard slap on your tits.

"I hear that you were accepted by the local college but gave it up to be a slayer," I say as I eye you up and down. With nothing underneath, your erect nipples are clearly visible under the outfit. "Have you ever wondered what it'd be like if you had gone to college?" I ask with a wicked grin. You look at me wearily, but you soon realize what I have in mind. "The college football team will have their morning exercise in a couple of hours. I want you to fuck them in the locker room afterwards. Every one of them." You are shocked and you almost become hysterical, but Josephine and I would have none of that. "Listen, cunt," she hisses as she grabs you by your hair, "fuck every guy in the team like a horny little slut, and I will personally turn anyone you leave out. Oh, and because you wasted my time by throwing this tantrum, I'll only give you an hour. I don't care how you do it. One hour, every guy! Do you hear me, huh? And you guys, keep the slut horny until it's time, but don't let her come!"

[happygirl]

Not new subject & ideas, old wine in new bottle only. See what happen next?waiting for more interesting. After all best of luck.

[Bronte]

“Go Lions! NNN! Fuck me harder! Ugh! Ow! AAAAH! Uh! I’m a fucking slut and I want you all to come inside me! Uh! Lions are the best! Harder!”

All I’m wearing now is a pair of pompoms on my hands. The football team had ripped the rest of the cheerleader outfit from my body soon after they had found me waiting in their locker room after practice, claiming to be a hooker hired by a fan of their college team who wanted to reward them for their latest victory. It wasn’t a very plausible lie, but what young jock was going to turn down a nubile blond slut that offers - nay, insists on providing - sexual favours to the entire team? It was all of their cheerleader fantasies come true.

A gangbang had been hastily organized, the more senior players going first. The quarterback had gone first, choosing my mouth for his spunk deposit. The other ten guys had hooted and hollered as I provided a sloppy wet blowjob, hungrily sucking and swallowing his shaft until he came hard, choking me with his load which I compulsively swallowed down. The other players had followed, taking me hard in my ass, their big cocks violating my tender flesh; and my pussy, which was soon slick with multiple cum loads. Now I was sitting astride the last player, his cock deep in my guts as he lay back on a bench and enjoyed the teenage whore athletically fucking him. My pompoms and tits shook equally as I grind my pussy hard on his cock, fucking him like a real pro. What had happened too me? I had been a virgin not long ago, and now I was a nympho whore, unable to resist even the most degrading sexual encounters. No matter how sick and humiliated I felt, the compulsive urge to fuck, to orgasm loudly, to feel the agonizing sting of a cane and hear the degrading chatter of my violators was all that I could think about. Above all I craved the taste of vampire cum. Human cum by comparison was like methadone for a heroin addict - a very temporary fix.

The bucking Lion beneath me finally gave up his load, my cheer routine coaxing out his climax. I felt his huge hands gripping and squeezing my ass tightly, pulling me down onto his prick as he came deep inside me. The rest of the team roar their approval, each of them having had the pleasure of fucking one of my holes inside the last hour. I used to save lives by slaying vampires, using my incredible physical gifts to combat evil. Now I was saving their lives by fucking each of them on a deadline.

They didn’t seem very grateful. Instead of thanking me they dragged me into the shower rooms, which was wet and steamy as the brutish players scrubbed off the sweat of an early practice and a gangbang. Throwing me down on the wet tiles, they hosed off the sweat and cum from my body before pulling my wet and bedraggled body into a hastily arranged circle of the entire team. Each of them was naked, stroking their members back into rigidity. “Kneel down, you fucking dumb whore. You’re not a lions cheerleader till you’ve been through the initiation” said one of them, and so, following instructions, I knelt and began masturbating just as I had for my vampire master earlier that day while they started jerking off over my body; the bukkake style initiation spraying my face and tits with load after load of ropey, sticky man goo. My face burned with shame even as I verbally goaded them on.

Once they were all done and getting dressed I remained in the shower room, compulsively licking all the cum that had been sprayed over me. Only when I was sure I had gotten all of it - even that which fell on the floor - did I shower. By then everyone was gone, and I found that they had taken all the pieces of my uniform as souvenirs. I looked around and managed to find an old tee shirt that barely covered my ass and pussy and which clung to my wet nude body. This was the first time I had been alone and outside since my kidnapping; and I knew that I should run, or call for help, but I knew if I did I might not get any more vampire cum and I wanted some so bad right then. So, instead, I collected the various tiny cameras that I had been instructed to set up in the locker room before the boys had finished practice, and went outside to find my master’s human goons waiting in a black van with tinted windows.

Smirking at my appearance, they opened the door and started the engine. I climbed in, face burning a bright pink as I knew they would be watching and streaming the videos on their website for vampires worldwide to enjoy. The ride back to the factory was a short one, and then I was lead deep underground and back into your lair, a docile fuckbunny lamb to the slaughter. I wondered if you would be pleased with my daylight excursion, and hoped I would be allowed to eat some yummy vampire cum if you were. Then I remembered I was still to be punished for masturbating in my cage this morning. I realised that I was both dreading and desiring a strong hard punishment…

[Roadrunner2005]

Your brief outing turned out to be even more interesting than I imagined. Watching the live feed, I was surprised that you didn't try to escape or resist at all. You looked clearly ashamed and reluctant when you installed the cameras. The feed from each camera began with you lowering your eyes or looking away, like you didn't want to look at it once you'd seen that it's in place. During the gang bang, however, I could see you looking up at the cameras from time to time. You still looked ashamed, but you're also clearly aroused, and it's like you're wondering how you looked to the audience. Josephine was enjoying your performance, pleased that her suggestion had turned out to be a success. "So did you have fun, darling?" she asked giggling when your escorts dragged dragged you back into our dungeon by your hair. They must have been toying with you on the way back. Your tee shirt was pushed up above your tits, which are reddened by rough hangling and slapping, as is your ass. However, your nipples are clearly erect, and your bald pussy is glistening with wetness. I wonder if it's because the guys have been playing with it, or maybe you just got wet from all the rough treatment and the humiliating things they said to you.

"I'm asking you a question, slut!" Josephine hisses with feined anger, "and did we give you permission to shower, huh?" She's clearly goading you, but it doesn't look like an outburst is coming. Maybe you're just so ashamed of what you did--or maybe you're turning into a submissive vampire whore much faster than we expected? Josephine continues to scold you and manhandle you. She presses your face against the floor while two vamps tie your wrists and elbows behind your back. Next, your ankles are tied by ropes hanging down from two pulleys in the ceiling, and the ropes are pulled up until you're hanging upside down with your feet wide apart. Then, as if this isn't uncomfortable enough for you, we attach clamps to each of your nipples and tie the clamps to two D-rings on the floor with strings so you won't swing back and forth. We stand back to enjoy the sight you present, with Josephine teasing you that next time the clamps will be replaced by fish hooks. Josephine and I each pick up a flogger, and as she runs her flogger along your inner thighs teasingly, she tells you to guess where it is going to hit, given that you've playing with your pussy without permission. "Oh, and don't forget to count and thank me for each stroke I give you, slut!" She says. I, on the other hand, have my eyes fixed on the delicate underside of your tits that your position presents, and I plan to flog you until you struggle hard enough to rip those clamps off your nipples.

[Bronte]

While waiting for you and Josephine to finish reviewing my tapes I’m kept outside in an anteroom by your guards. I can hear myself on tape through the door and over Josephine’s evil giggles. “Ugh! Fuck my ass harder, college boy! Aaaaah! Oh, god that hurts, fucking hurt me harder! Ugh! Go Lions!” I can hear the smacking sound of skin on skin rhythmically beating as I goad on the football player. I blush deeply as I recall that particular encounter - he had been the fourth or fifth boy, a 6 foot seven black teenager with a monster cock and the second to use my ass. If it wasn’t for my body’s ability to heal itself quickly my ass would still be bleeding from the pounding he gave me.

The two guards - ex convicts recruited to handle all your daylight work in exchange for all the cash and pussy they could handle - are listening intently too, and chuckle maliciously as I stand there soaking wet in a clinging tee shirt. “Hey, girl. By my count they still got to watch you fuck another six guys. Why don’t you show us what’s under that little shirt while we wait? Otherwise I’ll tell your master you were naughty on the way home.” He smirks through his goatee beard. He looks like an biker and a bodybuilder, but I know I could rip his head off and feed it to his friend. But I can’t bring myself to do it. I know that just through the door you were waiting, and watching the tapes of my gangbang; and deep down I want you to be turned on by them so that you fuck me and give me some vampire cum. I can’t let this fool ruin it for me.

With a snooty, appalled look on my face I grasp the hem of the tee shirt and slowly peel it up over my body, exposing my pussy, my taut stomach and then my perfect fulsome teenage tits, holding the shirt there obediently. Both of the thugs whistle. One steps behind me and starts squeezing my ass fiercely, and then suddenly spanking it. I give a start, gritting my teeth in impotent fury even as the first man begins savagely abusing my tits with one hand and roughly fingering my pussy with the other. “Too bad you don’t get any jism without your masters permission, slut. Otherwise we would fuck you up real bad” he growls in my ear as I endure their humiliating sexual assault. In the next room I can hear Josephine howl with laughter and my own voice saying “I can’t take three at once…no..stop….ugh! Ahhhhhh!” My words are replaced by a desperate choking sound and inarticulate moans. I hear the football players chanting “All three holes! All three holes!” even as your guards smack my ass and tits hard and I stifle moans of pain and flashes of violent anger at my humiliation.

Finally, after an eternity, I hear the bukkake finale of my little gangbang show (my voice clearly saying “Please aim for my mouth!”), and a buzzer sounds, distracting the guards. “Just as well, I was about ready to fuck you silly and fuck the rules. C’mon, slut!” He grabs my hair and drags me through the metal door and into your lair, my shirt still bunched over my tits. He wrenches it off of me and throws me to the ground nude at Josephine’s feet. The devil dyke pounces on me, hissing in my ear, promising more torment to come.

I hear you quietly issue some orders and I squeal in pain as tight ropes bind my elbows and wrists tightly together behind my back, forcing me to arc my back and thrust my abused tits forward. More ropes tighten around my ankles and then drag me up toward the ceiling, my legs pulled wide apart, causing me to scream in fear at being so vulnerable and exposed. Then, despite my desperate entreaties, you carefully attach the brutal metal clamps to my pink pointy nipples, each attached to fixed rings on the floor. I moan in exquisite agony, every move of my tortured body increasing my discomfort one way or another. Grabbing my hair, Josephine gives me my instructions with her usual articulate brand of sadistic insanity. I’m barely able to comprehend them before I feel the sting of her flogger on my pussy. I scream and instinctively jolt in pain, the hateful clamps biting hard on my nips as my upside down boobs are stretched and pulled mercilessly. My blond hair swings wildly as I scream, adjusting to the new reality of discomfort and humiliation I find myself in.

“I’m waiting, pain slut.” says Josephine sternly. After a few seconds of sobbing you hear me say “One! Uh…thank you mistress…for…for hurting my pussy. Please hurt me some more, mistress.” You laugh and bring your flogger down on the underside of my tits. “AAAAAAHHH! Oh, fuck! Shit! Ow…Two…thank you master for hurting my…my boobies. Nnnnnaaaaaa! God! Let me go! Ow that hurts so much….uhhh…Three! Thank you mistress for hurting my bottom. Please hurt my bottom instead of my pussy I’ll be a good girl I promise….AAAAAAH! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Four! Please not so hard on my boobies master my nipples hurt so much oh god my titties hurt so much…Gaaaaah! Oh god not my pussy please…I mean, thank you mistress…”

You and Josephine build up a rhythm, her torturing my ass, pussy and legs; and you punishing each of my big soft fun bags with expert force and precision. With each stroke I moan, beg, count and then thank you before receiving another blow, each time my body spasming and struggling violently, pulling my soft tits this way and that. Finally - around stroke fifty six or so - you deliver a stroke across both tits that causes me to jerk so hard that the clamps both pop off my nipples. Josephine high fives you as she hears my screams of agony as blood rushes back into the tips of my tits, the abused nerves pulsing agonizingly; my upside down body causing blood to pump into my nips even faster than it normally would.

Obviously very turned on, Josephine undoes her belt and boots and peels off her tight leather pants, followed by her thong underwear. Nude from the waist down she approaches my swinging, sobbing body. Grabbing the back of my neck she pulls my mouth up to her pussy. “Licky licky time, slut.” I moan in disgust as she presses my mouth lips to her cunt lips. A stroke from you across my pert ass gets me working; with a sigh of disgust I start licking hard and wet on her pussy. She moans and curses, her nails digging into the back of my neck as I massage her clit and slit with my wet pink tongue. It’s twenty minutes of lesbian mouth rape and the occasional encouraging stroke from you on my pussy and ass before she comes hard over my face, her juices mixing with my drool and running down my face into my hair before dripping on the floor. I swallow as much as I can; I realize I’m just as thirsty for vampire cunt juice as I am hungry for vampire cum.

Sated - at least for a few moments - Josephine collapses on the couch. I swing back and forth, gasping for air and weeping in shame. The videos, my punishment and the lesbian rape have got your dick very hard and your bloodlust way up. You contemplate the possibilities - every sex toy and torture device from throughout history is at your disposal here; you’re spoiled for choice. Taking a swig of blood and whiskey from a goblet on your desk, you notice on your laptop that the high security website you set up to document my abuse now has over a thousand members - vampires from around the world pledging allegiance to you and offering tremendous gifts for the privilege of seeing me raped and abused for the rest of my life, and for the security of knowing that their only natural predator is safely in your power. You click on the comments section, laughing as the forum busily discusses the just posted and very popular football gang bang, with many suggesting that I should be made to fuck their arch rivals next time; others posit their very detailed fantasies of what they would like to see, some of which sound quite fun. You smile and take another swig of your vile cocktail as you turn your attention back to my abused body. So many choices…

[Roadrunner2005]

Watching you pleasure Josephine has made my cock so incredibly hard... At first you were clearly reluctant, even disgusted, when Josephine rubbed her pussy against your face, but soon you were lapping at it eagerly like a hungry little bitch. I think you truly deserve credit for the popularity of our little website. It's not just the sight of a slayer being abused by vamps that attracts the viewers. It's you. Your young pretty face, your tight athletic body, and my, what a fine slut you've turned out to be. Desperately horny and yet reluctant. That look of shame mixed with lust on your face is just amazing.

I look at the comments from covens all over the world and they are quite amusing. One even suggests lending you to the lycans for a gang bang. Very funny. However, I also received a report from my scouts. Immedaitely after your capture, the vampires in this city have become much more active, but one of them was slained earlier tonight by a tall, young redhead of about your age. Interesting. Is there another slayer? Or just a wannabe? Whatever she is, we'll just have to lure her here to find out, and then we'll have two vampire whores! We can even use you as bait to capture her and then have you assist in her training, a slayer telling another how to be a good vampire fucktoy, damn.

Thinking about all this has made my cock even harder, and I want some relief before we continue with you. I order my men to lower you onto the ground and untie your ankles. You wince in discomfort as you lay on top of your bound arms, but without resisting. I chuckle when you look up and our eyes meet. "You never thought you'd end up like this, huh, slayer-cunt?" Grabbing you by your tits and pinning you down, I lower my head until my mouth is almost touching your neck. "Maybe you thought we would turn you? No, this is much more interesting!" Without warning, I bite down on your neck. Then, moving my way down, I bite your tits a few times, drawing cries of pain from you. "Look at you, slayer, you're just like one of our many victims," a vamp says. "No she's not. None of them is as horny as she is!" Another one answers, chuckling. I spread your legs wide apart and unzip my pants. While you're still reeling from the pain in your tits, I bury my entire cock into you in one deep, hard thrust. I start fucking you brutally, using my hands to keep your legs spread so wide like you're doing a split. I want to not only fuck you as deep as possible, but also humiliate you--this is what your agile body is for, you cheerleader fucktoy. Look down and see how my cock is stretching your lips, and everyone can see that clearly, too.

I slam my cock into you brutally without any concern for you, but after a while I can still tell that your pussy is getting wetter and wetter. I have two men hold your ankles for me, and another one bring over a couple of lit candles. As you watch helplessly, I hold the candles above your tits, tilt them, and soon hot molten drops of wax are hitting the deicate skin of your tits. "Do you like it, huh, you little pain slut?" I say chuckling when I stop briefly to squeeze your tits and make the dried wax come off so I can start all over again. Finally, I can sense my own orgams approaching, so I put down the candles, grab both your tits tightly, and begin slamming my cock into you even harder, as if I can crush you with each thrust. "You want my cum, huh, slut? Well here it is!" I say with a grunt as I start shooting my cum deep into you. I keep thrusting and thrusting until I've shot my last drop. Satisfied, I pull out and leave you there on the floor like a well-used ragdoll, watching your expression all the time. You may have my cum deep inside you, but you still haven't tasted it yet, and smelling it is only going to make you want it more.

Now that I'm temporarily satisfied, we can continue with your training. I have my men set up an X-frame on the ground and chain you to it by your wrists and ankles. "Now slut, let's go on with your lesson in pain and pleasure," I say. "How did you feel when your master fucked you and dripped wax on your tits at the same time, slut?" Josephine asks giggling as she joins us. "You don't know? Well let us help you decide." We start by attaching a metal clamp to each of your labia with a string attached to the end of the clamp. Then we tie the strings to each of your knees, pulling your labia wide apart. Josephine take a couple of vibrating eggs and starts teasing your exposed clit gently with them. I stand next to your upper body and start playing with your tits, and I laugh as I watch you fight (or savor?) the sensation we are creating. Don't worry, I'll give you something to distract you from what Josephine is doing. You watch wearily as I open a box of needles. "Guess where they're going, slut," I say with a smirk.

[LenaWet]

very, very sweet story...