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[LmAnt] - Trading - 10

It seemed to become a constant in my life that I would wake up from unconsciousness only to realize that I was tied to something.
After all, I'd had enough practice waking up without letting those around me notice straight away.
And for once, I didn't wake up with a headache or any other pain.
I also remembered the last thing that had happened before the world went black again:
That unsuccessful fight against the Pezak
Great move, Agent Clothels, I thanked myself for this idiotic action.
I realized just as quickly that I was securely fastened to a chair.
With big, sturdy cable ties!
Although they weren't pulled as tight as possible, they were tight enough that it was completely hopeless to even attempt to free myself.
Those things are disgusting.
At least they were made of plastic and not the metal ones, which are really nasty and cut immediately at the slightest movement.
I opened my eyes just wide enough to realize I wasn't alone.
A guy in half a high-tech uniform was lounging in an armchair next to me, watching a television with the sound off.
That was all I could see from my position without giving myself away by moving.
So I decided to “officially” wake up and let out a low groan.
“Ah!” came the response from the guy next to me, “Sleeping beauty has slept in!”

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[LmAnt] - Trading - 11
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[Roissy] DavoBild
Animations and Fun

 

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[WillieMacJ] Florence 6

[WillieMacJ] Florence 5​

The red-jackets soldiers respond eagerly to the major's order.
But, after exchanging glances with each other, the two men decide to tease the mostly male onlookers, lowering the bodice of
Florence's nightgown ever so slowly, unveiling the creamy upper slopes of the auburn-haired prisoner's breasts a fraction of an inch at a time, while the increasingly rowdy crowd of soldiers and crewmen cheered them on.
Florence, blushing miserably, protested this humiliating process, raising her manacled wrists in a futile attempt to push the questing hands away. But the soldiers were too strong, brushing her hands away brusquely before completing their task. Smiling wickedly they slowly revealed the tempting twin disks of her areolae and then slid the flimsly nightdress down over Florence's pink, proud-bursting nipples, finally letting the gown fall, baring the smooth, succulent underslopes of her gorgeous breasts.

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[WillieMacJ] Florence 7

Yates and Corby edged closer. "Those lucky sods!" the envious Shropshireman groused. "I'd give a week's worth of rum rations for 'arf an hour with those tits!"
Corby couldn't help but notice that his pal was opening and then slowly closing his fists, clearly lamenting the fact that Florence's magnificent melons were nor within his grasping reach. "Aye, she's a whore that one," Corby muttered. 'er nipples are stickin' out like the spires on Tower Bridge!"

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[WillieMacJ] Florence 8

The junior officers present the partially disrobed prisoner to the audience.
At first Florence tried to lift her manacled hands to hide her magnificent young breasts, but the raucous protests of Benjamin Yates, Daniel Corby and others among the leering watchers would have none of that. After casting an inquiring glance at the captain of the ship and receiving a sneering smile and a slight nod, Beasdale and Ambrose roughly pushed her hands back down to her waist, each of them taking the opportunity of brushing her blushing breast-flesh with greedy hands.
Yates and Corby cheered this indecent behavior. Both men recalled Ponsonby-Smythe's proposal that the sentenced lashes be distributed over every part of the prisoner's stunning young body, and secretly wondering - and - hoping - that Florence's mouthwatering breasts would not escape the fury of the whip.

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[WillieMacJ] Florence 9

They then turn and escort Florence towards the sturdy hatch cover, commonly used for flogging sailors, set up against the cabin area below the poop deck.

Having shamed and humiliated the young beauty by exposing her bared breasts to the gawking, catcalling onlookers, the captain signals his men to escort her to the grim-looking hatch cover.

Trembling uncontrollably, the pinioned redhead is forced to face yet another troop of leering redcoats on the elevated quarter-deck. She turns blushingly away from them, only to lock eyes with her tormentrix, Ponsonby-Smythe, who is clearly envious of her beauty and glares at her venomously.

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[WillieMacJ] Florence 10

Lady Jane gloats while poor Florence stares at her sadistic accuser, still in disbelief that she is about to be cruelly whipped.

Sensing the drama of the moment Beasdale and Ambrose pause for a moment, enjoying the tension between the two ladies.

Perhaps it is just as well that Florence's attention is diverted by the cruel noblewoman, and away from the menacing, multi-tailed whip that will soon be ravaging her tender flesh.

Meanwhile the captain and three disreputable members of the ship's crew, use the moment to feast their lusty gaze on Florence's splendid form, enjoying the way her tempting mounds almost glisten in the sunlight.

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[WillieMacJ] Florence 11
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[IronScoutArt] TheCompetition

Winner rewarded, loser punished.

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[IronScoutArt] MudGame

 

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[IronScoutArt] RedRoom

 

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[IronScoutArt] Anal Training / Lap Dance / Remove Clamps

 

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[IronScoutArt] Final Exam Audiance

 

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[berseh] Team Spirit / Page 24 & 25

[berseh] Team Spirit / Page 24​

[berseh] Team Spirit / Page 26
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[dutifulrose] Elilandra Rose Svalfissonan / Open

[dutifulrose] Elilandra Rose Svalfissonan / Acceptance​

Master Adrian stood in the center of the small, open rotunda, the sun casting its golden fingers over the rugged mountains that surrounded the estate. His eyes fell upon the trembling form kneeling before him. Her name was Lila, a recent acquisition from the bustling slave market in the capital of Haltish; the slave's dark hair complemented the smokey hues of the rotunda's pillars. She was naked, her alabaster skin almost aglow under the shade cast by the rotunda's dome. The air had anticipation, along with the faint scent of fear mingling with the sweetness of bloomed jasmine, which had been spread across the floor.

Behind his newest slave was Selena, who watched him intently; she was a seasoned and unquestioningly obedient slave. Selena's eyes gleamed with the thrill of what was to come. Her own body, a canvas of experience and submission, was adorned with silver chains that crisscrossed over her torso and wrapped around her limbs, leaving her sex always exposed and inviting. She had been instructed to hold Lila in place, and she did so with a gentle yet firm grip around the newcomer's throat. Lila's pulse fluttered like a trapped bird against Selena's fingertips, a silent testament to her apprehension.

Master Adrian's hand slowly descended to his groin, where his cock had begun to rise to the occasion. The sight of Lila's nakedness, her vulnerability, and the power he wielded over her made his blood pulse with excitement. He stroked himself leisurely, watching the way her eyes widened with every caress, her slight breasts heaving with shallow breaths. The master's cock grew harder under his touch, swelling with the promise of release. He knew Lila's fate was to be a vessel for his pleasure, a tool to be used and enjoyed as he saw fit - such was the fate of all his sluts.

The bracelets which hung from his wrist jingled softly with every movement, a subtle reminder of the power dynamics at play. Lila's body responded despite her fear, her nipples pebbling and a warmth spreading through her core. She was a creature of submission, abducted and told to serve, and she knew that her new master would demand nothing less than complete obedience - that lesson she learned well in the slave cages of the market.

The sound of his stroking grew rhythmic with the slickness of his palm gliding smoothly over his engorged glans. Lila's own hand began to twitch, eager to feel the weight of his cock, but she remained still, awaiting his command. The air grew thick with the musky scent of arousal as Selena adjusted her grip on the slut's throat, a silent signal of encouragement and dominance. Lila's thighs quivered, and her honey began to coat her cunny's folds, as she watched Master Adrian's hand pump faster and faster.

He stepped closer, his cock now a proud declaration of his desire. "Look at me," he ordered Lila, his voice a low, resonant growl that teased an electric tingle between pinched nipples and throbbing pearl. She raised her eyes to meet his, her pupils dilated with... need. His shaft was thick and veined, the head a deep, smooth pink. He knew she wanted to touch him, to taste him, but she was new and untrained in the art of pleasing a master. "You will watch," he said, his hand moving faster. "You will learn how to serve."

Lila nodded, her eyes never leaving the hypnotic motion of his hand. She felt the tension in the rotunda's air thicken, like a storm cloud heavy with rain, as his strokes grew more urgent. The chains around Selena's body chimed softly with every beat of her own racing heart, a symphony of anticipation that sang to her very soul. Master Adrian's breathing grew ragged, his stomach muscles tensing with each thrust of his hips. He was close, she could tell, and the thought of what was about to happen filled Lila with a strange mix of terror and exhilaration. This was it, the moment of truth. The moment she would officially become his property, marked by his seed.

"Open your mouth," he commanded, his voice strained with the effort of holding back his orgasm. Lila's lips parted obediently, her tongue darting out to moisten them. She felt Selena's hands turn her head to better align with the Master's cock, and she leaned in, whispering words of encouragement into her ear. "This is what you are made for - to please Master. Embrace your purpose."

With a final, powerful thrust, Master Adrian reached his peak. A thick rope of cum shot forth, arcing through the air to land on Lila's tongue. She closed her eyes, savoring the salty taste, feeling it coat the back of her throat as she swallowed, her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. He continued to spurt into her mouth, filling it with his essence, until he was spent. Each thick pulse sent a shiver of pleasure through her body, and with those trembles, a strange thrill at being used so openly by this man took hold. His seed, filled with the humiliation of submission, had been planted within Lila.

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[dutifulrose] Elilandra Rose Svalfissonan / ...........

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[Bazzell] No One Expects the Inquisition 18

[Bazzell] No One Expects the Inquisition 17​

Tonya sucked and sucked, as though her life and soul depended upon it, which indeed it did, but no cleansing holy water came forth. Her jaws were aching and she had begun to despair, when the friar suddenly let out a mournful wail. She was convinced this meant she had been proven somehow unworthy and she was just about to redouble her efforts when a not unpleasant tasting, gloopy fluid burst forth to hit the back of her throat.
“Oh Lord God save this wretched soul from damnation!” The friar yelled. And after several residual pumping motions the stinky sausage went suddenly limp and shrank to a fraction of its previous size.

 

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[Bazzell] No One Expects the Inquisition 19

“Swallow it all, girl,” the monk encouraged, not unkindly. The holy water was nothing like Tonya had expected, it being more akin to warm soup than water, but she eagerly did as he bade her and swallowed every last drop, being sure to lick her lips free of the drip that had begun to run from the corner of her mouth.
“You are a good girl, my daughter.” Said he, smiling down at her with an expression she interpreted as one of satisfaction. “I am now wholey convinced of your innocence. A girl as sweet as thee and one so keen to embrace my teachings could never be a witch, and if you were indeed a servant of the Devil, you could not abide the holy water and would no doubt spit it out as though it were a noxious poison!”
“Oh no father, its taste was to my liking!” Tonya affirmed most sincerely. “Does that mean I am free to go home?”
You may indeed return to your hovel, daughter.” Said the monk, magnanimously. “But you should come to see me each and every Friday after vespers, so that we may supplement your protection from the Devil’s evil designs.”
“Oh I will, Father.” She agreed quickly. “But… Pray Father,” she whispered timidly, “may I have my dress back, and my underthings and slippers?”
“I fear not child,” Said he, sadly. “Those who enter here usually have no need of clothing again. They have most likely been burned.” Tonya gasped in horror, but said nothing. “I shall speak to the dungeon master, he will find you a shift or some such for your modesty.

 

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[Bazzell] No One Expects the Inquisition 20

“Thank you for saving me, Father.” Said the girl.
Friar Satanini had keenly observed her tears of joy and relief as clear evidence of her earnestness. She had expressed some grief at the loss of her virginity and her concern that its absence may reduce her value in the eyes of any future husband. He reassured her that she need not disclose the fact to whomsoever the lucky man may be, as she had lost that virtue in the service of the Church, and besides that, it was none of his business.
“Would he not feel a difference in me?” She asked fearfully. And at his quizzical expression she awkwardly explained: “You know, upon our nuptials?”
“A small cut to your finger will produce enough blood to smear on the bedclothes, and no doubt meet his expectations to full satisfaction.” Said he, reassuringly. “And I hereby absolve you from this lie, but let it be the only untruth you utter from this day forth.”
“Oh thank you, Father!” Said she, much relieved. And the monk smiled as she shakily departed, for he was already happily looking forward to seeing her upon the following Friday evening.

 

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[trystl] Elsie the Cow (f)

[trystl] Elsie the Cow (e)​

 

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[trystl] Elsie the Cow (g)

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[trystl] Elsie the Cow (h)
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[LmAnt] - Trading - 11

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“Hi,” he continued before I could say anything, “name is Sean, and I've tied you to the chair for now so there won't be another spontaneous fight when you wake up.”
His tone was friendly, slightly amused, and a bit like when a good friend points out something stupid you've done.
All in all, quite...likeable, I have to admit.
And the way he looked at me matched it perfectly.
Benevolently serious, with a tiny smile on his lips.
“Where am I?” I wanted to know, trying not to sound too angry, “and why am I here?”
His smile widened now.
“Why? Are you serious?” he replied.
“I've known the Pezak for a while now, but I've rarely seen him as pissed off as he was after meeting you!” he went on to then deliver a rather successful 'Pezak parody':
“'Get her out of my sight' he had barked at me, 'Take her somewhere where she's safe, and above all where the world is safe from her. And look after her'.”
He pointed the remote control into the room, which was rather chaotically furnished, but otherwise clean and in pretty good condition.
“And since the Pezak is a well-paying customer, I've done that: You're in my safe house, and I'm your bodyguard.”

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