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. “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…
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!
The Marquis de Sade’s friend. Lord Caine smiled as he watched his wife beat the ever loving spirit out of this insolent little girl. He felt his cock grow hard as he thought of the new depths this little tart would go to avoid more pain. He imagined the soft feel of her lips as they quivered around his thick member, how her tongue would dance underneath his shaft, both from trained skill and fear of the consequences should she fail. “I do hope you’re paying attention, girl…” one of the more “experienced” slavegirls, marked by her mobcap bonnet, said, holding the onlooking, bound slavegirl in place. “This is what happens to those who disobey the orders of our Lord… he turns them over to his lady, the Lady Treble, and she makes short work of them…”