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To all of my faithfull friends who have not deleted me from your friend's list I'm writing in here now. It's a story and not a real update. Maybe I should just link you all to my updated self every now and than. I'll think about it. Anyway, this is being posted for no one besides you guys.
She layed there bound on a excution table. The straps already so tight that her hands were red and hot as were her feet. She silently pleaded with me to let her go. I just laughed as I got out my instruments of torture. I held all up so that she squealed at every tool. Each tool looked more painful as they went on. The cold lighting gleamed off the sharp, jagged-like ends. The smell of fear was in the air. I couldn't help but notice such things. It makes me really excited to know that my victim is afraid. She has no clue was is going to happen to her. This catholic virgin flower. I laugh because I know her delowering is going to happen tonight. I might turn her into my pain slut. Her only purpose in life would be to be wet all the time and ready for anything I'm in the mood for. Ah, the possibilities to do to this beauty. Believe me she is beautiful. That's why she was choosen. A beautiful 22 year old with long soft black hair, bright green eyes that you could just fall into, full lucious lips, perky C cups with coral nipples atop her milky breasts and deliciously pale skin that coats her long slender limbs. You could tell that she dyed her hair because the roots showed through. Her springy curls that covered her sex were still their natural length. -sigh- She was beautiful.
I couldn't help myself thinking of all the naughty things this beauty was going to go through. I stepped up to her and lightly ran my hand down the length of her body. As I did this her whimpering stopped and the loud inhaling of breath filled the air. Her body rippled and shivered as she tried to stay cold and inhuman. Not quite being able to do such things though. I laughed silently as her mind willed her body to stay still but her body arched up to me my caresses. I leaned in close to her and blew my hot breath against her cheek as I slowly brought my knife up to rest upon her throat. I felt her body stiffen as she realized what was against her. I looked down her body to see her nipples harden to painful peeks. A wicked grin spread across my face as I realized my little darling was enjoying this as much as she was hating it. I ran the blade down her throat until it reached the base of her neck. At that point I pressed my knife down until I saw blood rushing out of the freshly made wound. Hearing her painful scream made my body shiver with excitement. I than slowly dragged the knife down to her navel leaving a bloody trail in it's wake. Delightled, I placed my knife back on my metal tray to run my gloved fingers over her blood making designs in it smearing it all over not missing her breasts. I looked up in her anglic face to see tears flowing from that the corners of her eyes. Already in an excited state this almost pushed my limits. Years of self control saved me from finishing to soon.
Tiring of my knife, I thread a needle and begin to sew the word "slut" into Angel's stomach. Hearing her scream around the gag and feeling her stomach muscles tighten is putting me through an ecasty overload. Laughing wickedly, I swab up the blood that runs out of the markings. Once the word is all spelled out I take a candle that has a pool of wax in it and begin to drip it on the fresh wounds. I smile at the wonderful whimpering sounds that Angel feels compelled to make.
Being satisfied with the amount of wax used, I rethread my needle and start to sew Angel's inner cunt lips to her outter lips, with the smell of her pussy juices meagling in my nostrils. Angel was a true pain slut even if she tried to hide it. After finishing one cunt lip I began with the other feeling her body quack with preorgasms and hear her screams turn into moans of pleasure. Hearing this makes my heart swell and my hard on rage for release. Not yet. More tortures in store for this beauty. Satisfied with her cunt lips sewn open I begin to think of my next instrument of torture to use on my Angel.
Taking a tortutre break for awhile, I lean over Angel to brush the strands of hair that got glued to her face by the tears, away. I smile down into her eyes as big fat droplettes begin to flow freely once again. I gently start to rub ber face and stroke her cheeks like a gentle lover would do after a bout of love making.I lean down to lick her tears away. I placed a gentle kiss upon her nose and forhead. The gentle carassing paid off for Angel began to relax her muscles and just glow in the feeling of having her body tenderly stroked. As she closes her eyes against the loving feeling I move my hands down her thoat to her breasts to rub and massage them a bit. As my fingers dance loving across her nipples they turn into little love peeks. They harden as I hear dear Angle's breath catch. At the sound, I begin to roll her nipples between my fingers and pull and twist them just to see her reaction to the treatment. As expected her hips, or what she could move of her lower body, raised at the attention. Once again her juices mingled in my nostrils to bring a sweet aroma to my senses. All of a sudden to Angel's surprise and my enjoyment, a pair of alligator nipple clamps replaced my loving touch. My flesh shivered at the sound of Angel's screams. I was satisfied with the tightness of Angel's clamps, when her nipples began to bleed. I leaned down to Angel's ear and slowly traced the curves there as I whispered "We aren't through yet, my Angel." She looked up at me and slowly knowledging her fate and how it rested in my hands. I had to admire her for that. Excepting what her future is going to be and letting the fight die out of her.
I whispered in her ear "Good girl. I'm going to take the gag off, do you think you can be good?"
She nodded yes and I took the gag off her face and loosened her bonds so that she could feel her hands again. Staring into her eyes my fingers started to dance up the inside of her thighs. I brushed lightly against her swollen acky pussy lips that made her jump and caused her to recieve a strong back hand to her pussy.
"I thought you wre going to be good!" I barked over her heavy screams. This infurrated me even more so I took off my belt to welt her inner thighs and already battered pussy.
Screaming and pleading at the same time she promised me that she would be good and wouldn't move a muscle. Striking her a few more times, increasing my speed and the strength of the belt, stopped aburtly my assults to her body to smile down at her and say in a stirn but sweet voice, "You had better be an angel." A wicked grin acrossed my face at that moment and she knew that I was serious.
I decided to hear her really weal by pouring alcohol on her bloody nipples, my sewing job and her pussy lips. I sat back and watched as Angel squirmed and thrasted about trying to escape the pain but finding no way out. I laughed at her silly attempts and came over by her head to hold it still so I could press my lips to her temples and brush away her tears. "From now on you'll be good little girl." I purred into her ear. All she could do was lay there and sob finally getting use to the pain and discomfort she was in.
She layed there bound on a excution table. The straps already so tight that her hands were red and hot as were her feet. She silently pleaded with me to let her go. I just laughed as I got out my instruments of torture. I held all up so that she squealed at every tool. Each tool looked more painful as they went on. The cold lighting gleamed off the sharp, jagged-like ends. The smell of fear was in the air. I couldn't help but notice such things. It makes me really excited to know that my victim is afraid. She has no clue was is going to happen to her. This catholic virgin flower. I laugh because I know her delowering is going to happen tonight. I might turn her into my pain slut. Her only purpose in life would be to be wet all the time and ready for anything I'm in the mood for. Ah, the possibilities to do to this beauty. Believe me she is beautiful. That's why she was choosen. A beautiful 22 year old with long soft black hair, bright green eyes that you could just fall into, full lucious lips, perky C cups with coral nipples atop her milky breasts and deliciously pale skin that coats her long slender limbs. You could tell that she dyed her hair because the roots showed through. Her springy curls that covered her sex were still their natural length. -sigh- She was beautiful.
I couldn't help myself thinking of all the naughty things this beauty was going to go through. I stepped up to her and lightly ran my hand down the length of her body. As I did this her whimpering stopped and the loud inhaling of breath filled the air. Her body rippled and shivered as she tried to stay cold and inhuman. Not quite being able to do such things though. I laughed silently as her mind willed her body to stay still but her body arched up to me my caresses. I leaned in close to her and blew my hot breath against her cheek as I slowly brought my knife up to rest upon her throat. I felt her body stiffen as she realized what was against her. I looked down her body to see her nipples harden to painful peeks. A wicked grin spread across my face as I realized my little darling was enjoying this as much as she was hating it. I ran the blade down her throat until it reached the base of her neck. At that point I pressed my knife down until I saw blood rushing out of the freshly made wound. Hearing her painful scream made my body shiver with excitement. I than slowly dragged the knife down to her navel leaving a bloody trail in it's wake. Delightled, I placed my knife back on my metal tray to run my gloved fingers over her blood making designs in it smearing it all over not missing her breasts. I looked up in her anglic face to see tears flowing from that the corners of her eyes. Already in an excited state this almost pushed my limits. Years of self control saved me from finishing to soon.
Tiring of my knife, I thread a needle and begin to sew the word "slut" into Angel's stomach. Hearing her scream around the gag and feeling her stomach muscles tighten is putting me through an ecasty overload. Laughing wickedly, I swab up the blood that runs out of the markings. Once the word is all spelled out I take a candle that has a pool of wax in it and begin to drip it on the fresh wounds. I smile at the wonderful whimpering sounds that Angel feels compelled to make.
Being satisfied with the amount of wax used, I rethread my needle and start to sew Angel's inner cunt lips to her outter lips, with the smell of her pussy juices meagling in my nostrils. Angel was a true pain slut even if she tried to hide it. After finishing one cunt lip I began with the other feeling her body quack with preorgasms and hear her screams turn into moans of pleasure. Hearing this makes my heart swell and my hard on rage for release. Not yet. More tortures in store for this beauty. Satisfied with her cunt lips sewn open I begin to think of my next instrument of torture to use on my Angel.
Taking a tortutre break for awhile, I lean over Angel to brush the strands of hair that got glued to her face by the tears, away. I smile down into her eyes as big fat droplettes begin to flow freely once again. I gently start to rub ber face and stroke her cheeks like a gentle lover would do after a bout of love making.I lean down to lick her tears away. I placed a gentle kiss upon her nose and forhead. The gentle carassing paid off for Angel began to relax her muscles and just glow in the feeling of having her body tenderly stroked. As she closes her eyes against the loving feeling I move my hands down her thoat to her breasts to rub and massage them a bit. As my fingers dance loving across her nipples they turn into little love peeks. They harden as I hear dear Angle's breath catch. At the sound, I begin to roll her nipples between my fingers and pull and twist them just to see her reaction to the treatment. As expected her hips, or what she could move of her lower body, raised at the attention. Once again her juices mingled in my nostrils to bring a sweet aroma to my senses. All of a sudden to Angel's surprise and my enjoyment, a pair of alligator nipple clamps replaced my loving touch. My flesh shivered at the sound of Angel's screams. I was satisfied with the tightness of Angel's clamps, when her nipples began to bleed. I leaned down to Angel's ear and slowly traced the curves there as I whispered "We aren't through yet, my Angel." She looked up at me and slowly knowledging her fate and how it rested in my hands. I had to admire her for that. Excepting what her future is going to be and letting the fight die out of her.
I whispered in her ear "Good girl. I'm going to take the gag off, do you think you can be good?"
She nodded yes and I took the gag off her face and loosened her bonds so that she could feel her hands again. Staring into her eyes my fingers started to dance up the inside of her thighs. I brushed lightly against her swollen acky pussy lips that made her jump and caused her to recieve a strong back hand to her pussy.
"I thought you wre going to be good!" I barked over her heavy screams. This infurrated me even more so I took off my belt to welt her inner thighs and already battered pussy.
Screaming and pleading at the same time she promised me that she would be good and wouldn't move a muscle. Striking her a few more times, increasing my speed and the strength of the belt, stopped aburtly my assults to her body to smile down at her and say in a stirn but sweet voice, "You had better be an angel." A wicked grin acrossed my face at that moment and she knew that I was serious.
I decided to hear her really weal by pouring alcohol on her bloody nipples, my sewing job and her pussy lips. I sat back and watched as Angel squirmed and thrasted about trying to escape the pain but finding no way out. I laughed at her silly attempts and came over by her head to hold it still so I could press my lips to her temples and brush away her tears. "From now on you'll be good little girl." I purred into her ear. All she could do was lay there and sob finally getting use to the pain and discomfort she was in.