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Castle.
“I think once I’m done whipping your lowborn ass, I’ll give you the honor of servicing my lordly cock with that disgusting mouth of yours and you’re going to swallow every drop of my royal semen unless you want me to whip your cunt next!”
Castle.
Christine sobbed as she crawled between Sophia’s legs, cum leaking out from between her sore pussy lips.
“I tore you apart good, didn’t I girl?” The man asked Christine as he admired her red, swollen hole. “If you don’t want me to tear your little girlfriend apart the same way, you’ll get your tongue working on that hairy cunt of hers. Make sure you put your tongue all the way up inside, and suck that clitl Get her real wet for me and maybe I won’t fuck your ass later!”
Castle.
I think I know just the spot for this one. Yes, right between those juicy thighs of yours. I bet a whore like you is always getting her clit tickled by some stupid stud. Well I think that slutty lovebud needs a proper punishment. Yeah, I think a good clit burning is just what you need!
The factory.
“Come on honey, gimme a kiss!” Peter moaned in Anne’s ear.
Anne leaned her head back and ran her smooth pink tongue into Peter’s mouth, the taste of alcohol and tobacco making her gag. After a month with these horrific men though she’d become an expert at suppressing the urge to vomit.
The factory.
“Pleeeasseee! You’re ruining me!” Meghan shrieked as she felt something tear deep in her breast.
Tyler laid a hand on her stomach, enjoying the feeling of her taut muscles quivering and shaking with agony. He reached down toward her cunt, eagerly seeking out her clit.
He had another clamp ready and waiting.
The factory.
“Well, you might as well get used to the smell of my spunk, bitch! You’re gonna be getting plenty of it over the next few weeks. All you’re going to have to eat and drink around here is the cum you can suck out of my cock!” Mike laughed as he began furiously rubbing his aching cock.
The girl began shrieking and bucking as Mike’s hot, sticky semen began pouring onto her face and into her hair…
Summer resort.
“Oh, come on, honey. Aren’t you enjoying the picnic? You know, years ago I dreamed of this day, and it’s all so perfect. And yes, this has to do with that picnic so long ago. Sure, I lied when I said that I trusted you. I never did tell you that I knew about your affair. But then again you lied to me, too, didn’t you? So suck it up, cunt. I’ve found the perfect spot for us to have a picnic of our own. And when those ants are done with your ass and pussy, some of my buddies here may want to use your mouth. So be ready.”
Slaves of Yang-Sogot.
The orgy of suffering was not over, however. Still more pain was required. The chosen one was chained to the floor, cruelly bound and tortured by the rings that pulled at her soft flesh. Her vagina, mercilessly pulled and stretched by the chief priest, was seen to quiver and tremble as it waited, exposed and defenseless, for the dark god. The priests hit her again and again all over her body, and masturbated over her, jerking and groaning as their semen rained down on the girl’s lovely naked body.
The priests then began a low, unintelligible chant, their eyes fixed on the victim. By now she was on the brink of madness, unable to stand the relentless beatings, the incessant penetrating pain…
Prisoners of war.
They all looked out of the corners of their eyes at the cruel stick, carved into the shape of a penis and covered in blood…
The ring around it bore the inscription “The rebels’ seat”.
“You! Blondie! I’ll be down for you tonight. So you can get your cunt working. I want to see it dripping like a witch’s broom on a wet night! I like my sluts nice and affection and ready to fuck!”
War victims.
The much-feared Hungarian trappers attacked her house in the middle of the night. They stabbed the Governor to death and captured his wife… The only survivor, a servant who hid behind the curtains told a bloodchilling tale… There were lots of them. They raped her, one after the other, and they dragged her to the patio and made her suck their dirty dicks! They hit her with their batons and they put a pick in her… in her… I can’t… it was too horrible! Do you mean that the bastards put the handle of a pick right inside Madame de Boiseau? Yes, yes, General… right up!
