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“She sits there, and she doesn’t cross her legs” he commanded in the same even tone. Janika obeyed, spreading her luscious body open with her thighs spread over the arms and her crotch slumped forward. Her bosom rose and fell, and she could not completely suppress a tremor in her spine and hips while he connected the battery to a convertor and plugged in the toothed clamps and the picana. “As I recall it, I was teen in the grip of a long, slow orgasm from start to finish” she said as she sat back on her heels and set the darker inks aside. “I’ve completed the outline, so now I’m going to shade it in” she added casually, picking up fresh needles and another grip, “and this is where the real suffering begins”. A hot blush spread across Carissa’s japanese breasts, neck and face as she begged in a small voice “I cannot hold my water any longer. It’s the pain”. She had endured a relentless rain of needle-points, and the Yellow Sign was now delineated asian in a subtle range of golden-browns above her gaping cunt. Janika beamed with pleasure and leant in closer to Carissa’s crotch. “Give it all to me” she urged her and stuck out her tongue like a parched traveller at a mountain spring, lewdly pulling open the moist cunt lips before her. Carissa groaned hopelessly and released a jet of shimmering gold that spilled over Janika’s chin and breasts and streamed down her flat stomach. When the flow died away she smoothed herself sinuously up Carissa’s bound body and passed her a mouthful of her own urine in a long kiss. “Sister” she murmured, brushing gentle fingers over her nude scalp. Collecting herself she Hardcore took up the needles again and went on with her work and with her tale. Oscar had bent over her with a crocodile clip in either hand and she straightened her shoulders against blowjob the tattered upholstery so that her stiff nipples were thrust forward, abjectly surrendered to their fate. His face was the same expressionless blank as he let the springs close over her tender flesh. She froze with shock at the fierce intensity of the pain then threw her head back to scream her utmost, howling like a wounded animal. Oscar watched her intently; his nostrils flared when he caught the scent of her arousal and perhaps the ghost of a smile flickered across his face. Soon Janika was out of breath and she commenced a ragged and rasping panting as the shudders slowly subsided in her limbs and the look of panic left her face. She managed to focus on him again just as he reached, arching an eyebrow at her, to turn the dial on the converter. A thin, pitiful shriek filled the room as the electricity surged through her tender, tortured flesh. He had the current ebb and flow at random while Janika tugged at her hair and chewed on her knuckles in paroxysms of agony, sobbing in pain and terror. Her cunt gaped wetly. She lay back twitching and taking great lungfuls of air when the current was finally switched off, and Oscar reached out to her cunt. He rubbed his hand between her lips and inside her, smearing her copious juices everywhere while she purred and melted into the chair. An intense look passed between them when he leant forward with the fully-charged picana. Carissa stopped breathing when the wires approached her trembling wetness, but her hips never stopped pumping against his fingers until the instant the electric prod shocked her clit. Then she went rigid, screamed like a screech-owl, and passed out in a dead faint. He played her like a harp for the next hour, pinching at her clit and cunt and nipples with fingers and clamps, tantalising her and terrorising her and always doling out vicious, burning bolts of pure agony that wrenched anguished, mindless cries from her until she had no voice left to beg. Her fingers rubbed across my nipples, taking the edge off my incestuous lust itching through my cunt. Derrick told her. “Repeat,” I told her, twisting the amulet, loving her saying the words. He was very near an orgasm when his sister called out to him. He left the hayloft and I went around and assembled my gear. He teen pushed the shifter forward. Fuck your Mommy sweetie!" I craved one right now. The determined mother having secured her tilt frontier for the time being started shooting at the fourth worm responsible for loading Stella's prolapse with eggs. Afterwards, they went for a swim in the ocean asian and relaxed on the golden beach. 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I loved coaxing her into a new found daily masturbation; loved grooming her ability to fantasize new and old sexual exploits; loved how easily she "got off" while pretending guys were impregnating her when she let them "cum inside;" loved hearing her fantasize giving birth to this guy's or that guy's baby and how that would impact me; how she loved doing new things that she and I had never done; how she loved secret rendezvous that I didn't know about until after the fact and the power that made her feel; loved hearing about how she often needed to take breaks during work to get herself off in the bathrooms; how she loved going into business meetings with no panties and with a flush she blowjob always got post orgasm; how she regularly removed them so she could "do it" in her car on the long commute home; how exciting it was to be fingering herself in traffic jams while staring at some guy in a car next to her; how she liked acquiring guys she could just drop in and fuck on her way home if she felt Hardcore like it; how she always sized up new acquaintances as "fuckable or not fuckable;" how she reveled in the knowledge she could fuck anyone she wanted to without anyone's permission; how she discovered so many people around her could easily be fucked... Their poster girl can be humiliated and displayed as a Slaver captive. Of course the ones he had, were of me and Violet alone. I stand up and take the pink egg from Eddie and pull my panties aside.