Sex Slave

g to die, you idiot; rather, the life you've known is coming to an end. You are now my plaything. You are nothing more than that. My pet. My concubine and my slave. I wi

eel the warmth of his breath on her face. "If at any point in the future you attempt to

r running through her inside organs. She felt the wooziness of another faint coming on as it washed over her. Richard seized her by the scruff of the neck and demanded to know what

he unfortunate young lady rose up next to the mattress while she was nude, but she stumbled a little bit. Richard grabbed her wrists firmly with one hand as they were shackled tog

took two wooden clothespins out of his pocket and displayed them. He twisted one nipple between his rough fingers and said, "A little on the little side," as he did so. Martha heaved a sigh, but pulling back just served to heighten the strain that was being placed on her breast. She made a

or if I just want to see them suffer again and over and over again, that's when I use it. The level of discomfort dramatically rises each time that the pin is turned. This particular method of torment is particularly effective because it causes severe discomfort without actually slicing into the victim's flesh. This m

hespin moved slightly back and forth. Richard smiled and nodded his approval as he said, "Very beautiful." After that, he grabbed the second p

u doing to torment me like this! Oh,

th, because if you don't I'll put that disgusting

dored the expression of helplessness and horror on her face. He delighted in the knowledge that he was the one responsible for it. And now for the really agonizing part. When he had both

clasped and unclamped her poor nipples so many times that they had turned from a light pink to a vibrant cherry red color by the time he was through. Martha was wailing with her head thrown back and her eyes shut. Richard couldn't help b

your first spanking, so brace yourself. If I had to guess, I'd say this is your very first time." His chuckle was resonant and vindictive. Richard removed a little riding crop from his jacket and gently whacked

ts were elevated even more by her arms being stretched above her head, and her black hair tumbled down her shoulders. All of the mirrors reflected the same image of the nude young woman. Richard pressed the crop on her behind, causing