#Abuse #BDSM #Lesbian #Rape
Hyperviolent sex born from personal kinks
When the Master woke up that morning it was already late, you could tell by the light coming in from the windows, but he had ordered to be woken up late, and so it was. He opened his eyes with a pleasant sensation in his groin area, and as he opened his eyes, in a relaxed way since his life was now one of belly lounging in wealth, a ray of sun almost burned his corneas. He cursed, and blasphemously said how those rays are made only to piss off people who are sleeping or who have just woken up, more the first case than the second.
He was naked on the bed, the covers pulled down well below his loins, and, with his vision still blurry, he could clearly see a beautiful little head with hair tied in a ponytail that was sucking in an astonishing way his penis in full morning erection, that bastard that, if you sleep on it badly, hurts in the true sense of the word. It helped, however, because the thing that was once called “Woman” in front of him had removed the covers with absurd delicacy so as not to wake him up unless she gave him a blowjob (terrible punishments if she had woken him up before the blowjob) to the penis that was not supposed to harden. She had brown hair, and beautiful were her little green eyes, which did not dare to stare at her master, set in her apparently young face. Only a few years had passed since the revolution, but in that decade many had been re-educated to their true role. The Master remembered those times, but he did not think about them. Why think about them so early in the morning? Then, in short, he was enjoying pleasant sensations in the morning stupor. He had asked himself many times what a woman felt to feel a man’s tongue in her shame, but on the contrary he could tell what a man felt. It was a sensation… Strange. Strange is the right word, and yet this was not a “strange” intended in a malevolent sense, but a benevolent one, and how benevolent are women’s mouths, the lips with which they speak and suck, and what is a woman’s mouth if not a vagina placed high and not low? He felt her tongue playing, licking every part of his manhood, as if it were an icicle only more sensitive, and it was throbbing, and a lot. Her lips, beautiful, fleshy, seemed like a plug and prevented all the saliva from coming out, leaving a pleasant freshness on his penis that was hard as a piece of marble. The heat of her mouth stimulated his penis, it seemed like a real furnace, and that heat and that warmth were extremely pleasant. Naked too, she was rubbing herself on the bed to wake up her master, one of the men with the most women in the whole world, and many women could have a man after the revolution, and in his immense villa there were many of them, some in more and some less animalistic conditions. Although naked with her small breasts hanging down, she was covered in her private parts, and only the hair from her vagina came out on her pubic area, an area uncovered by that covering which was a strip of uncomfortable, irritating and hard plastic that had an anal anchor and a vaginal anchor, both with a wide circumference to make both penetration and exit painful. She was still a virgin, and those two anchors tempted her with every movement of her legs, making it uncomfortable for her to walk and filling her with wet sensations on the inside of her thighs, as well as skin irritation, but the Master liked to see women suffer, he was one of those revolutionaries who freed the world from feminism, and, having suffered it, he was happy to see women suffer. That girl who was now sucking him so well had grown up in one of those establishments that taught women how inferior and useless they were, and she would be reborn a virgin for life because the vaginal anchor was too short to break the hymen, this was her punishment just for being born the wrong sex.
A mere cock hose, that was it, and her only purpose in life was to suck it to wake up her Master and get him hard so that the Master could have sex with other kinds of Cunts. “Cunt”, that had become the new name for female humans, and the word “Woman” had been removed from the dictionaries due to the actions of those useless Nazi-feminists who had ruined the world. That cock hose still had no name, no Cubts were given a name unless by a man, a being of the superior sex, but she hadn’t earned one yet, and it wasn’t even in her Master’s plans to give her one. She would probably remain a nameless one until her death, which would be when she was past forty if she still proved no use, or she would be sold to someone who would give her one if she ever became boring to the Master. She, as a Cunt, had no hope for a name. As a Cunt she had been taught that she was not to have any hope, even though Cunts often did anyway… This Cunt now continued to suck, that was all she had to do after all, then she would be locked in her 2×2 closet, without lights, windows and any sanitary conditions that could be considered healthy, and there she would remain in the dark without any stimulation until she was used again or until her master told someone to take her to the bathroom to wash and expel her waste, only during the expulsion of the waste would she be allowed to remove her anchors and the hateful piece of plastic that she had had all her life and hated. By now the skin on the inside of her thighs should have hardened, allowing her to no longer suffer from urtications, but she was always cared for by one of the two housekeepers, so that calluses never formed and the inside of her thighs always hurt. How did her master know that she did not remove her anchors while she was in the closet? Because cameras were monitoring every move she made, ALWAYS, because a Cunt had no right to private time. And her periods? She had been sterilized, she would never have them, but for those cock hoses that they had, the anchors were very absorbent, but they were never changed… Who knows why many died from intimate infections, while they were locked, perhaps forgotten, in their little rooms, nothing more than closets for humans. Once a day they were given water and food, only once, often a little and with drugs that simulated terrible menstrual cramps to make the observation more entertaining for the sadistic people in charge of the cameras. The cameras, equipped with highly sensitive microphones, captured every noise. The cocksleeve was taught not to speak, sometimes her tongue was even cut off, but the Master liked to punish the cocksleeves if they dared to even sigh, and with a beating this one had understood it: not even in the private darkness of her closet could she sigh, but this, somehow, made her moist, her vagina was wet and soaked, and she would have liked so much to masturbate, but she knew that the only pleasure she would ever have was that of the sperm just ejaculated in her mouth. Unfortunately for her, her master was very resistant.
Master grabbed her by the ponytail, and took command of her head, bobbing it up and down himself while she hoped for some sperm that never came; the poor girl thought that his grabbing her head meant that she would be worthy of his sacred seed that morning, but every woman is too dirty to be worthy of the graces and kindnesses of the Superior Sex, and should be grateful even for not having been killed at birth for the impure body she was born with. Master pulled her hair violently, moving her sideways in a violent way and making her fall off the bed. She hit her head and side, the cock hose, and hurt herself but she didn’t dare complain. Many were the bruises she had already, and besides she had been taught that women are born to suffer because of men.
– Take her away.
The Master muttered, still half asleep, and immediately the blonde, bespectacled housekeeper standing next to the bed, dressed only in fishnet stockings, high heels and a slutty red corset that raised her already enormous breasts, leaving an open view of her very hairy vagina, took her away, but not before bowing to the Master who had taken her and personally re-educated her, transforming her from a commander of the feminists into a woman useful to society. She had seen many cocksleeves enter and exit that house, and she knew full well that this one would not survive the beatings for long, but she understood that women were only meant to suffer in their lives, and she was happy to hear her suffer while, without mercy, she roughly and violently spread the cream for the irritations on the inside of her thighs. Unlike the nameless cocksleeve, she had a name: Glinda, because her appearance reminded the Master of the witch from a certain cartoon he watched when he was a boy. A body like hers had suffered many beatings, and more than once her bones broke in her body but she was still forced to perform sexual acts with the Master and whoever he wanted. To punish her for having been one of the leaders of the feminists, every day, before sleeping, the Master personally put Glinda in a series of humiliating positions that exposed her holes well, using every type of sexual machinery to make her stay in those positions, and had her fucked by all the male staff of his immense villa. Many fucked her every day, and the first few times she couldn’t even walk, and for this she was punished for the fragility of her body.
Sterilized, she had never had problems related to getting pregnant, and when she got pregnant while she was still fertile she was kicked to abort, how she cried, but now, in her head, still placed only his, she was thankful that the creature in her womb was dead. As a mother, even if mentally brainwashed, she would never have tolerated seeing her daughter suffer as she did if she had been born a female.
Probably the Master, sadistic, would have found a way to punish her through her daughter. Better this way, with just the thought that still made her cry. But now she appreciated those occasions that she once considered rape: she willingly gave her flesh to all the men in the villa, and her limbs fell apart at every turn, but she loved feeling the hard and long rods that moved up and down her increasingly wide holes. Sometimes there were even more at a time, and she loved every single moment and always loved the heat that they gave off, and elastic as the holes had become they never bled, but once they did and they caused her pain, a lot, now replaced by pleasure. As a good Cunt, overwhelmed only by her animal instinct to reproduce, she loved the hot sperm, and she loved feeling the splashes in her uterus, she loved the heat of the sperm and the tickling it made in her holes when it dripped. After each use, she was either forgotten there or someone took her away, often another Cunt, and she was taken to her little room, considered one of the few real Cubts rooms in the villa. She cleaned herself there, or was cleaned, and as a housekeeper she loved to be touched by other Cunts: she could experience pleasure whenever she wanted, the only gift from her Master to her. She often liked to wash her vagina filled with dripping sperm in the squat toilet, which already splashed on the vagina after urinating to clean it and prepare it for use. She had learned to bend over so that the jet hit the clitoris, and that was a small but beloved pleasure. Yet she liked it because that squat toilet for Cubts had a seat: a large anal plug impossible not to get caught in the anus when you sat down to urinate. Of course, there were cameras and microphones in her rooms too: a woman never has the right to privacy, no matter her social status. Often the men fucked her in the room, all the men in the villa could fuck all the Pussies in the villa whenever they wanted, even if they had to do important things: the blame would always be only and always of the Pussies and their tempting body. Indeed, these are women: sows who tempt with the body and always sin with every bodily or mental action, then complaining about the consequences. The Master, sitting on the bed after taking off the weight of the cock sleeve, legs dangling and touching the floor, rubbed his eyes and, after a loud yawn, looked at the two Pussies in front of him. Both were two maids of the house, and as such they wore fishnet stockings, garters and a corset that was nothing more than a band of black cloth in the vague shape of a dress, edged with the white waves of the maid’s clothes of the pre-revolution world. Their breasts were bare, large in Irene, the one who was on the left of the master, and smaller but still nice in Erica, the one on the right. Both had nice firm bottoms, and together with the hairy vagina they were also exposed. They were also sterilized, and many times it had been convenient for them to be sterile during nights when the things done in that villa were not to be divulged. They were in the pose of the spay: Irene with her hands on the short ponytail of her light brown hair and Erica on the nape of her neck where she fiddled with the beginning of her long, deep brown, almost black hair, which reached just below the end of her head in its beautiful length. That pose showed their bodies in the best feminine beauty, making them at the same time vulnerable to anything the Master wanted to do to them. Both Irene and Erica did not dare look at the Master in the face, both because they were the Master and because a Cunt never has the right to look at a member of the Superior Sex in the face without the permission given by the same observed. With her head bowed Irene could well observe how the Master stretched out his left hand towards her shame, and there he used three of his fingers to quickly penetrate the tight little vagina of the maid. The maid instinctively closed her eyes because of the three fingers that, so quickly, had made their way into her tight vagina that had not had time to dilate to accommodate three fingers all at once. The Master could feel the walls of Irene’s vagina: tight, pulsating, eugose. The veins were throbbing, the uterine contraction was moving, sucking the fingers, which was painful for Irene, but made her wet. A woman who suffers is always a woman who gets wet, because pain, transformed into pleasure by the brain, is always felt when she is penetrated. Implacable, the master moved his fingers for a long time enjoying Irene’s faces. She had not been given permission to feel pleasure, but like any good Pussy she was unable not to feel it; nothing more than animals, Pussies always feel pleasure, and they seek it even if they do not know it. All Pussies after the revolution were mentally conditioned to feel sexual pleasure only if a man gave them permission to feel it or if they were touched by a man, or if the one who gave them permission and touched them was some Pussy who had received permission from a man. Erica knew it, but despite this, watching the scene, she bit her lip, and from the lips of her pussy flowed immaculate liquid that showed excitement and a desire to feel pleasure that would never be satisfied. Noticing this, the Master got up from the bed and threw a fist with all the strength he had in his body on Erica’s belly. She fell to the ground, crying and writhing in pain: she was covered in bruises, and so were many other Fiches in the villa. Beating Fiches had become commonplace after the revolution, and many found it sadistically exciting, including the Master. When the mere speed of the shot increased, he pushed his fingers further up Irene’s still very tight vagina, and while the Master felt a pleasant sensation of moist tightness on his fingers, Irene felt a flash of pain and dared to make a moan that he clipped but too late, hoping that the moan of pain generated by Erica would mask his own of pleasure, but it was not to be. The Master removed his fingers from between the Female’s legs as quickly as when he entered, grabbed the Pussy’s nipples with both hands, jerked them violently towards himself, twisting them (and Irene’s mind twisted with real pain at the abuse of such delicate parts) and when the Pussy, destabilized, staggered towards him he, with free hands, hit both sides of her head, stunning her. Irene, shaken and with pain in her breasts, fell to the ground, but the Master soon placed a foot under her soaking and indecent pussy (as a woman and her whole body is totally indecent) forcing her to stand up again so as not to let her experience the pleasure of rubbing his foot on her now swollen and quivering clitoris. Once on her feet again she did not dare look at her Master, this because she and her useless body had disappointed him, and she was ashamed of this. She got into the spanking position again, and received a few slaps on her large breasts that thundered like drums around the bedroom, making it an even more humiliating experience. The worst part was the heat.
She felt an oppressive heat in her groin, in the area of her lower abdomen, and soon felt a great deal of pleasure, and along with it a trembling in her legs that almost made her fall over as much liquid came out of the hideous hairy, and now wet, monster between her legs. A beast, that was it, that’s what she had been led to believe. She felt joy at being touched by a man, but received harsh words from her master:
– Lick it all off the floor, then go get punished – Irene didn’t answer, she knew that otherwise she would be punished by him, and this would be a real hell. Men can be real monsters, and it’s always better to be touched by a woman than by them. Erica, in the meantime, had gotten up – Clean her pussy with a rag, rub her clitoris well, I want her to be ashamed of the pleasure she feels – Erica, still trembling and sore from the fist, the inside of her thighs now wet only from the residual liquid of that transgression of her perverse mind, took a rough and perforated rag from a nearby chest of drawers, and then prepared to rub it as quickly and hard as possible against Irene’s vagina. The latter, unable to resist the pleasure, first tried to resist, then trembled more and more, falling to her knees and, with Erica still working underneath her (since she had not been told to stop), bowed to the master with her legs tight together and her face bent to the ground, her forehead on the floor and her eyes filled with tears, while she licked her squirt from the tiles that were not yet cleaned. She tried to disguise it as a desire to serve while being shamed, and the Master, fortunately still reeling from sleep, did not notice this. He observed the scene for a few seconds, then told Erica to dress him. The latter stopped scrubbing, throwing the rag soaked in vaginal juices into the laundry basket, where she had already put the ones the master was wearing the day before, and took a gray deerskin bathrobe from the Master’s closet, dressing him and then escorting him to the bathroom, located next to the bedroom – Go ahead, Erica, go tell Glinda that someone needs to be punished.
Erica trembled with fear, and was glad that another had infuriated the Master, as she had had impure thoughts and should have deserved punishment… It was better not to remind the Master.
Opening the door to the bathroom, which could well be called a swimming pool equipped with a bidet, toilet and sink, 90% composed of a bathtub (a converted swimming pool) that also had a hydromassage, he threw his bathrobe on the floor, and immediately immersed himself in the tub illuminated by huge windows that looked out onto the villa’s large garden: a marvel of flowering hedges. A Fica who had remained apart until that moment, next to the sink, allowed herself to move to the tub, opening a tap from which liquid shower gel that had the scent of lavender flowed. She, blonde with long hair that reached her shoulders and blue eyes, was very short, and young. She was the daughter of one of the leaders of the feminists against whom the evolution fought; they only had daughters, who knows what happened to their sons… Beautiful, very beautiful, she had small but plump breasts, a wonderfully small and firm bottom, a slightly hairy vagina. She smelled, a lot, she never left the bathroom because that was her role: a bathroom slut, nothing more and nothing less. She was dressed, however, but only in a tight golden latex corset that matched her hair the color of ripe wheat. She had been one of the best spoils to come out of the end of the war, and the leaders of the victors discussed it a lot before giving it to the current owner. It didn’t take long to break her, she was so young, so tender and innocent… The mother, paralyzed, was made to watch her daughter being transformed into a fucking baby. There in the bathroom, where she was confined, she sat the whole time on a stool that had a 10 cm dildo until its use. Use, well, yes, after all it was just an object, once menstruating but now sterilized. She sat with her legs open, after years it came naturally to her, so that one had a full view of every corner of her youthful body. Her face bent to the ground for fear of meeting the gaze of some member of the Superior Sex who entered. When she rose from that stool, placed near the wall, the dildo came out without causing moans, she was too used to having it inside to try them, always dripping from her vagina, and after all the pain she had felt in years sitting on that chair it was difficult for her to try any more. Dripping vaginal fluids she walked to the tub, and the Master enjoyed that sight, as well as enjoying hearing the sound of the soaking dildo that came out of her vagina producing that wet popping noise typical of things that come out suddenly, and he also enjoyed the sound of it banging against the wall.
Once the tap was turned on, the Pussy got ready to take the sponge to wash her master from inside a cabinet, she stood behind him, on the edge of the tub (since she had not been told to enter the water, and had been taught that it would contaminate it with her inferior being) and began to clean her Master first on the shoulders and then on the chest, then moving on to wash his hair with her bare hands. He, in the meantime, was relaxing. He deserved to relax after all the time he had spent fighting, after the time against those he had fought. He and his companions had punished them all well and good, and now they would punish their descendants and all their inferior sex for what were hopefully centuries to come. Determined to have fun, he grabbed the Pussy by the hair without even looking at her, and pulled her forcefully into the water. After an initial moment of disorientation, she already knew what to do, and she straddled her master, rubbing her vagina on the belly of the man who possessed her. This one, always with his hands on her hair, pulling it to make her suffer, was enjoying the painful scene resulting from brainwashing and fear, and had a sadistic smile that went from ear to ear. The Pussy was now getting excited by that smile, and was biting her lip.
– Do you want it, dirty girl? – since he had been asked the question, he answered the Master, and his eyes were lustful –
– Yes Master.
The Master pushed the Pussy’s face towards him, and kissed her with lust, inserting his tongue as deep as possible into her mouth, and she dared to move his, and the saliva of both mixed in a mixture of warm pleasure. The sensations of the two tongues touching were wonderful, and they perceived a thousand flavors: the pleasant taste of saliva, the taste of blood, the taste of lavender and water. He tasted a Pussy, and she of her Master. The Master then let go of the kiss, and inserted his big veiny and pulsating penis into the rear hole of the small Pussy in front of him. He loved doing it: once he made her suffer, he loved her tears, but over time these diminished until they disappeared, and now of those beautiful moments only the eyes that rolled back remained. Before they rolled in pain, now in pleasure. The indecent hole between her legs had dilated so much, he had become accustomed to pleasure, while the back one had not. He penetrated slowly, his penis was too big to penetrate quickly, and he pressed on the walls feeling a thousand pulsations. She felt everything: the thick rod that was penetrating with difficulty, and the bubble bath water that entered together, barely lubricating. And then: the rod began to move back and forth, in an increasingly rough and violent way, increasingly imaginative, on purpose to cause pain, and she seemed to feel it, but now she barely felt it, and she no longer made the humiliating inhuman screams of the first times. When the Master withdrew his member she was sorry, and made a little noise of surprise and displeasure. The Master tugged at her hair even more, tearing some from her scalp, and said: You don’t deserve my seed. He then took her head from her still open mouth: it had opened from the penetration, her tongue completely out, and threw her under the water for a few minutes. She didn’t even dare to struggle, and accepted her fate. He pulled her out just after she passed out from lack of air, then he got out of the tub, used his tongue to clean her anus and then threw her to the ground. He kicked her vagina a few times to make her wake up, and when it seemed to start moving again he ordered her to change the water in the tub before going back to sit on the cock she loved so much. Women love cock, always, no matter if it’s rubber or meat. They love it, no matter where or how: naked or not, they love it in every hole, and even on their body, just seeing it makes them wet.
With his bathrobe still on, the Master moved through the corridors until he reached the dining room, where a sumptuous breakfast awaited him, already prepared on the table surrounded not by chairs but by thrones (stained by various unspeakable liquids); those who sat there were war heroes, they deserved thrones. Sitting at the head of the table, he began to eat, but as he ate, a Cunt was eating him. On their knees since they were just eighteen, raised on the farms where Cunts, re-educated there since they were born pre-revolution, they were kneeling under the table in front of every chair. Sterilized, blocked by anklets that confined them like pieces of living furniture hooked to the table (only the years that were stuck there would probably never have been able to start walking again due to mere muscular atrophy). They fed on cum and slimy CuntsFood© nutrient waste, with an anal plug and catheter that carried the waste to the sewer. They were obviously virgins too, but they were probably all crazy by now. Deprived of sight by a tight fitting hood of thick latex that covered their eyes and ears preventing them from hearing or seeing, they had probably become blind or deaf, if not both, from lack of stimulation. Yet, before they ended up like that, they were trained and conditioned to do only one thing: suck cock. As soon as the Cunt, whose role was that of a more brutal cock sleeve, smelled the Master’s penis, only her nose, mouth and breasts (to torture them whenever a man wanted) free from the hood, she immediately stretched out her arms completely covered in latex, only her hands free, and bent her body forward, masturbating with her hands and vagina that had the Master’s thick penis in their faces. The smell of all those bodily fluids would be revolting to an unaccustomed Cubt, but an unstimulated Cunt like her found it wonderful, inviting, it made her wet and her mouth water, and in the mouth between her legs, and, hungry, she took it in her mouth with all the hungry voracity that females show towards cocks.
While the Master was eating, thinking about how fucking beautiful his life was, how much the efforts made and the abuses and violence suffered and inflicted were worth it, a woman approached him. She had mulatto skin, long brown hair that reached her coccyx, just above a perky ass, enormous breasts, and almond-shaped eyes in color and shape revealed a vague oriental descent. Her vagina was hairy, exposed like her breasts, and she wore fishnet stockings, high heels and the classic black slut corset in tight latex. However, she also had a belt on the corset, and inside it were some manual vibrators and a whip. Her hands, on the other hand, were covered by black gloves. Her look on her face was proud, and she allowed herself to look the Master in the eyes. She, the same age as the Master, was not a slave, but one of those Fissi who, at the time of the war, betrayed their inferior gender, gaining rights and the status of free Cunt, which their descendants would also maintain. She was also a friend of the Master, and also a fuck buddy. She loved cum, and cock, and feeling her womb full and swollen, as every woman, sterile or not (and she was not sterile) should (and secretly does).
– Good morning, my friend – The Master looked at her, and, greedy for her body, inserted three fingers into her indecent pussy. She gave a little start, but she knew that this was what a member of the Superior Sex expected of her: a sexual dominatrix and a torturer who tamed rebellious or rude Cunts. She appreciated the fingers, the way they had entered and were now moving, and the pussy tightly closed around them, and the Master appreciated it, while the scent of the vaginal juices made the nipples of the eager cock sleeves under the table turgid, and made turgid, and even a little sore, the nipples of the disgusting slut whose name was Tifa, who was now making a thousand indecent faces, but with her legs wide open and standing next to the Master and friend –
– Good morning Tifa – replied the Master with his mouth still full of food: they were friends, but a Cunt, even if with rights, did not deserve the good manners of not speaking with his mouth full – What’s new?
– Y-yes… – she replied, groping, as she had the right to feel pleasure and the Master was touching her G-spot properly – She… Uh… She’s not-is not broken yet… Ow-oooh… Broken… Broken! – the improvised changed tone signaled to Master that his friend was experiencing a lot of pleasure, so he stopped –
– One – said Master, slowly pulling his fingers away, pressing the walls well – Two – as he spoke a great heat was about to form in Tifa’s loins, and near her shapely thighs – Three – so is the lower abdomen, and Tifa bent down kneeling – Four – Tifa put her hands on her lower abdomen, full of heat – Five – the Master met Tifa’s eyes, and he enjoyed how he dominated his friend, while she only hoped he would count to ten. From one to ten, through hypnosis and mental conditioning, the Cunt were taught to come. It was a means of safety, because, when you come, no matter what the situation, the body no longer responds. A Cunt in flight would stop running: she would stagger or fall. A Cunt that tries to rebel against the Master’s actions would be disoriented. At ten a great sea of squirt fell on the dining room floor, due to the increase in heat and the production of juices. Tifa, with big and shiny eyes, her lips swollen typical of orgasm, grabbed her breasts and masturbated them, also pulling her nipples, and the Master, violently, took his cock from the mouth of the poor cock sleeve (which remained in the mouth with the tempting taste of sex) and inserted it into the kneeling woman, who drinks the sperm by the gallon, tasting it, as the cock reached her throat in its length. There was no esophageal reflux: she loved deep throat, and the Master had never regretted giving her his sacred seed.
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Some time later the Master goes down the stairs of the villa to the dungeons. These, nothing but cellars, contained countless small rooms, but, while in the cellars of the old world these contained old furniture and wines, now they contained mostly damp and dark cells, full of mold, with bricks encrusted with liquids of all sorts and cockroaches and rats attracted by the revolting smell that these left impregnated everywhere. The cells were barely lit by oil lamps, inside you could see countless instruments of sexual torture and BDSM instruments, from which the torture ones had been made. It had been a long time since many of those cells had been empty, and the real revolting smell had been gone for a long time, too long for the Master’s pleasure, but now the rebellious pockets were small and isolated, or already suppressed. Soon there would be no more wild Fiches to bend, but in the meantime there was one in a cell, the furthest from the entrance, the dirtiest and dampest, with the most cockroaches. A slut with long red hair, a shaved vagina because wild Pussies like to shave it, who was perhaps the same age as the Master, or at least a little younger. Her breasts were enormous, and her ass was beautifully proportioned. She had already been sterilized, and when she cried when Tifa gave her the syringe that would never allow her to have offspring. It was Tifa, now behind the master, who waited on her. Every day for endless hours he tortured her with techniques that never left permanent damage to the skin, so as not to ruin her beauty. She was beautiful, that was undoubted, with a freckled oval face and brown eyes that matched her flowing red hair. The Master wanted her as his concubine. Tifa had already conditioned her to come on command, as well as to come if touched by members of the Superior Sex or if given permission, and every night she came countless times since, being difficult to bend, the Master had given the entire male staff of the mansion the opportunity to fuck her whenever they wanted, and while they were at it they also got Tifa, she liked it that much. When she came her vagina and anus were dilated and full of dried cum, and they were barely visible in the ambient lighting of the cell; of course when Tifa operated she turned on the electric lights, which were halogen and strong to disorientate. Every man liked a different way to break a Cunt: the Master liked to inflict sexual suffering, rather than physical or psychological, since the latter two were the quickest. The woman who could be glimpsed in the cell, however, had been a great leader of a small rebel cell, and her gaze was still proud, very proud, and she dared to challenge his gaze with her face turned upwards, both chin and nose to the sky, as if looking down on the Master, even though, bent as she was on the sadomasochistic chair where she was, her head just above her vagina (such is the female capacity for contortion that Tifa, aware, had all three holes aligned).
– Master, I would like to give you an enema. She will give in, I am tired of having fun with her, there is no more fun – said Tifa, annoyed –
– You’re right, Tifa – said the Master, and observed how the Pussy had victory in her eyes – She thinks she’s won.
– It’s really a victory, not to have given in until now, with all that she’s suffered.
– No, if she finally falls it won’t be a victory. She will just be a slut like you, you dirty sow.
The Master, giving Tifa a mighty spanking, left, and Tifa, becoming dark and sadistically smiling, walked into the cell with her heels that echoed throughout the dungeons. The Master heard, and he got hard again. He would soon have a good feast. Arriving in front of the still rebellious Cunt, unfortunately for her, she bent on her knees with her legs open, her dirty vagina still greasy with juices and smelly, her breasts sagging and enormous with nipples still erect. Tifa loved to make the Cunts suffer, for how many times had she ever really had situations that made her become sadistic towards her own inferior sex. The Cunt compressed in that horrible position in which the oriental had put her was disgusted seeing Tifa’s vagina start to drip. Tifa, on the contrary, bent over to a trap door located just in front of the chair. The rust sounded dark when it opened, and Tifa pulled out three tubes.
– You won’t break me – said the Cunt, and Tifa responded while adjusting a tube that ended with a trident composed of a larger hole and two smaller ones, similar to a mask, but with tubes that would extend well inside the area where the mask would be placed –
– Honey, I tried to explain to you to submit with good ways, that it was better for me to break you than for a man, but, in the end, you wanted the bad ones, that I become like a man…
Precisely, causing convulsions in the sow on the chair that tried to escape such a fate, she inserted the largest tube of the tube into the Cunt’s mouth, and the smaller tubes into her nostrils. She could barely breathe, and what she was breathing was the smell of sperm. The mask was then fixed to the Cunt’s ears, unable to remove it since her hands were locked to the chair. Tifa then pulled out another tube, this one with a series of hooks, and the Cunt, who until now had only known cocks and vibrators and other sexual techniques aimed at preserving her health, screamed as the tube was inserted into her anus, and the same for the tube in her vagina, which made her tissues hurt. This one had no hooks, but adhesive velcro with a thousand and more tiny spines. Now her gaze was no longer proud, but terrified, but when she looked at Tifa she saw only a tide of vaginal fluids running away from her pussy along her thighs, kneading her bush that would soon grow on her too: the Master liked the hairy vagina, he loved it.
– Did you want to be a bad Cunt?
Tifa said, giggling, aware that a few moments of real pain had been enough to bend her: women react like animals to pain, instinctively they no longer do what causes them pain, as if they were stupid beasts (and in fact they are stupid beasts). And yet, she would have continued, to punish her for the time it had taken her to bend over, and she opened the taps. At first a little and as time went by, more and more gelatinous liquid similar to sperm in taste and consistency, warm in temperature, went into her nostrils, mouth, anus and vagina, mixing with real sperm. PAIN. The rebellious Cunt could only think about this: the liquid burned as it passed from the nostrils to the throat, and together with what entered through the mouth it ended up in the lungs, and she felt like coughing, but when she coughed she felt like vomiting, but the vomit remained in her stomach due to the pressure exerted by the liquid entering from the upper holes. The uterus, crushed, swelled, and along with the lower abdomen, the stomach also crushed against every other organ in the abdomen as the fluid built up, hurting more and more, burning both because it was hot and from the mere pressure of the continuous accumulation. It came, a couple of times or more, the expansion of the uterus and belly caused the involuntary stimulation of the G-spot, but it came in pain, only pain could be felt, and bent over as it was, instead of swelling on the belly, the belly expanded on the kidneys, making it all one unbearable pain. Tifa came, but the Cunt passed out from the unbearable pain.
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Days later the Master came down with Tifa, and personally removed the tubes painfully, and a lot of fluid came out. The Cunt woke up screaming at the pain of all the fluid coming out, releasing the pressure on every organ in her body. For days she suffered the pain of fainting and waking up with the ups and downs of pain, but when she was freed from the chair and fell to the ground, Tifa did it and enjoyed the scene, she was bent over, and a good kick on the back given by the Master made her straight again, straight as the penis of the Master that made Tifa’s mouth water. The Cunt, now insane, was still leaking fluids, and the deformed belly had swollen, but in what little sanity she had she was grateful not to smell anymore, who knows if she would ever try them again, the liquid had burned everything in her nasal septum, and it wasn’t even hot, but just a hint of warmth. The Master crushed the Cunt’s belly with his powerful foot, and the more he brought his foot down the more a mixture of vomit, feces and gastric contents came out of her anus. The womb, devastated, was painful, and knowing it, the master hit the vagina with a kick with all his power. The Cunt, instead of putting herself in the fetal position holding the filthy hole between her legs, went doggy style without saying a word or making a sound. The Master immediately inserted it into the enormous dilated hole of the vagina: it was not difficult to insert it, and the screams that came out of the Cunt mouth were powerful and could be heard throughout the villa. They were of pain, as the penis hit the burned walls, and made tears come out that for the Master and Tifa were a reward. Of course, the Master would have let Tifa fuck her and clean her to put her in the harem, and Tifa loved to do it every time…
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