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!
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.”
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. The Lord Caine provided many a “useful” service to his peers and fellow noblemen throughout the countryside. Among those services, which included such things such as procurement and training, was his most requested of all: obedience training! There were, after all, many a farmgirl or arrogant maid who thought herself above the “invitations” of their lords and masters. Many of these girls needed to be taught an awful reality: that they were nothing more than pieces of meat to be used as their betters saw fit! “Not so tough now, are you?” one of Lord Caine’s friends, Lord Krebs, asked, clutching at a milkmaid Sylvia’s hair so tightly, he almost ripped it from her scalp! The girl screamed, not just from the brutal tugging on her hair but also from the hot wax dripping down upon her tender flesh! Her lord and master, Lord Krebs, merely laughed. “I bet you felt quite high and mighty when you doused me with your milk pail! But now look at you! I bet it doesn’t feel so good being covered in ‘milk’ now does it?”