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tanuno · Mar 2, 2025

[WillieMacJ]

Red Stripes Town 36

CRACKKK!!!
"AAAIAAAGHHHH!!"
Kate screamed in agony as the whip punished the tender undersides of her swollen nipples.
Who could have imagined - even in a frontier town like Red Stripes - that cruel men would have license to torment beautiful young women to the very limits of their endurance and beyond, that their tender young breasts could be subjected to the sadistic lusts of the men who ruled the town with an iron hand.
"Please ... please ..." Kate cried out to Top Hat. "Ask them to stop! I ... I can't take any more!"
But the madam made no move to stop Jake as he drew back the whip and gave Kate another vicious slash across her quivering, sweat-slick breasts.
"Don't pay her no never mind," the Sheriff muttered to his brother. "She's young and strong and I reckon them sweet young tits can take a lot of punishment."
"Thanks, bro!" Jake snarled to his brother, as he drew the short whip back again. "And that's jes' what they're gonna get!"
And with than he sent the cruel whip flying Kate-ward once again, targeting the helpless saloon girl's scarlet-striped pleasure-mounds.

tanuno · Mar 2, 2025

[WillieMacJ]

Red Stripes Town 37

CRACCKK!!
Jake's vicious lash-stroke ripped into Kate's naked breasts with a vengeance.
"Didn't I tell ye Jake was gonna make that wench pay?" Cactus Dan cackled excitedly. "Them sweet young tits are gonna get it now!"
His manhood growing harder with every stroke across Kate's superbly rounded breasts, Duke Remington was every bit as excited as Daniel was, his raging lust barely concealed by his poker-face countenance.
"That's it, Jake!" Sheriff Slocum exhorted his dim-witted brother. "Show the little slut who's boss here in Red Stripes!"

[WillieMacJ] Red Stripes Town 38
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tanuno · Mar 2, 2025

[WillieMacJ]

Florence 21

[WillieMacJ]

Florence 20

wwsssss.....thwackk!!
Hoping to impress the captain and Lady Jane with his artistry as well as his power, Harris made sure that the stinging tails of the lip crept under Florence's upraised arm and slashed into the yielding outer slope of her well-curved breast.
The thudding impact of the thongs coupled with the fierce bite of the whip-ends drew a shrill cry from the lovely redhead, the third note of the sonata of suffering planned by Ponsonby-Smythe, who could scarcely conceal her glee.

tanuno · Mar 2, 2025

[berseh]

Zack is Back 51

[berseh]

Zack is Back 50

"Fuck the pooolice! Fuck the police! Aww.. Haha Man, I never thought I could do that for real! It's so fucking good!"
"Real thing now Sam. Fucking brought to you by Zack, haw haw! Gotta make this one pay for all the shit from da poolice!"
"Pay yes! Just that: Pay! We fuck the piglet and we get paid for that! Hahaha! Unreal man, just unreal! Hear that miss police cunt? Pay with your ass, pay with the ransom, haha!"
"Good money, good fucks! About time. Take it in your fucking mouth you copfuck! Just like ya got Sam in your ass! And do a good job if you don't want more beating!"
"Too bad she's so numb, Zack. Like a dead bag already. Not like the movie whore"
" Been like that right from when I fucked her first time in the fucking rain. Not like blondie, no."
"Ohh yah. Seen how that high class bitch wiggled and squirmed when I banged her fuckhole? Man, I'm sure she loved it."
"All those top cunts, that's what they need I'm telling ya. And she's gonna do it later again. Lick my fucking asshole again. Been dreaming of that man. All three years in the cage. Oh man.. And now we get a million when we give her back!"
"A million Zack, and her holes for free. Ooh yeah! Yeah! What.A.Life!

[berseh] Zack is Back 52
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tanuno · Mar 2, 2025

[Bazzell]

Gimpi- 069/070/071 - Gimpi Meets Mistress Biachi

[Bazzell]

Gimpi- 068

“Go with the nice lady, Gimp.” Said Jack. “She’s a good friend of mine, and you will obey her as you obey me. I shall be back for you in a couple of days.”
“Master no!” Cried the distraught Gimpi.
“Do I need to remind you happened the last time I left you home alone?”
“Ohh Master!” Said Gimpi, miserably.
“Thanks for gimp-sitting her while I’m away, Camilla, said Jack, ignoring Gimpi’s distress, “but remember what I said, you can play, but nothing too rough.”
“Okay, okay, Jack!” Affirmed his old friend, Madam Biachi, who seemed mildly irritated and a little too eager for Jack’s comfort. “I’ll give her back to you in one piece, I promise. Have a good trip and don’t worry!”
Madam Biachi was in fact the Duchess of Boxcester. An incredibly wealthy Italian that came into her millions after she killed her British aristocrat husband in his bed by fucking the poor old fool’s heart to a sudden stop. A couple of days in the care of this bisexual dominatrix would not hurt Gimpi… Much.

“Lay down on that gurney, Gimp.”
“What are you going to do to me, Mistress?” Gimpi inquired apprehensively.
“Jack said we could play, so we’re going to play.” Replied Biachi, while fiddling with some ominousness looking pots. “We’re going to have lots of fun, Gimp.

“Ooooh, what are you doing, Mistress?”
“I’m decorating you, Gimp.” She explained. “A friend of mine is going to join us and I’m making you look even prettier than you are.”
“Oh, I see.” Said Gimpi, feeling a little relieved. “What are we going to do?”
“You’re a right little chatter box for a gimp, aren’t you.” Said Biachi, “I see Jack hasn’t trained you very well. We’re going to play a game. Don’t worry, it’ll be lots of fun.”
“What kind of game? Asked Gimpi, beginning to suspect this dominatrix may not be a cruel one after all.
“You’ll see.” Said Biachi, mildly irritated. “Now shut the fuck up, Gimp, and let your Mistress concentrate.”

llermito · Mar 2, 2025

tanuno said:
[Bazzell] Gimpi- 069 - Gimpi Meets Mistress Biachi

[Bazzell] Gimpi- 068

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“Go with the nice lady, Gimp.” Said Jack. “She’s a good friend of mine, and you will obey her as you obey me. I shall be back for you in a couple of days.”
“Master no!” Cried the distraught Gimpi.
“Do I need to remind you happened the last time I left you home alone?”
“Ohh Master!” Said Gimpi, miserably.
“Thanks for gimp-sitting her while I’m away, Camilla, said Jack, ignoring Gimpi’s distress, “but remember what I said, you can play, but nothing too rough.”
“Okay, okay, Jack!” Affirmed his old friend, Madam Biachi, who seemed mildly irritated and a little too eager for Jack’s comfort. “I’ll give her back to you in one piece, I promise. Have a good trip and don’t worry!”
Madam Biachi was in fact the Duchess of Boxcester. An incredibly wealthy Italian that came into her millions after she killed her British aristocrat husband in his bed by fucking the poor old fool’s heart to a sudden stop. A couple of days in the care of this bisexual dominatrix would not hurt Gimpi… Much. “Lay down on that gurney, Gimp.”
“What are you going to do to me, Mistress?” Gimpi inquired apprehensively.
“Jack said we could play, so we’re going to play.” Replied Biachi, while fiddling with some ominousness looking pots. “We’re going to have lots of fun, Gimp.

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“Ooooh, what are you doing, Mistress?”
“I’m decorating you, Gimp.” She explained. “A friend of mine is going to join us and I’m making you look even prettier than you are.”
“Oh, I see.” Said Gimpi, feeling a little relieved. “What are we going to do?”
“You’re a right little chatter box for a gimp, aren’t you.” Said Biachi, “I see Jack hasn’t trained you very well. We’re going to play a game. Don’t worry, it’ll be lots of fun.”
“What kind of game? Asked Gimpi, beginning to suspect this dominatrix may not be a cruel one after all.
“You’ll see.” Said Biachi, mildly irritated. “Now shut the fuck up, Gimp, and let your Mistress concentrate.”

welcome back dude

tanuno · Mar 2, 2025

[Bazzell]

Gimpi- 072/073/074 - Gimpi Meets Mistress Biachi

“I see you’re not the ticklish type, Gimp.” Said Biachi. “I couldn’t give a fuck for so called, Tickle Torture either - that’s not torture at all, in my opinion.”
Biachi smiled proudly down at her work. “This is looking pretty good, though I say so myself. I can see that you now have some inkling as to what kind of game we’ll be playing. Well don’t worry, I still think you’d be pleasantly surprised. And if you are indeed the grade-one masochist that Jack described, then you’ll find it very exciting, I can assure you. I can barely wait myself, but fear not, Gimp, we’re nearly finished.”

“Let’s get a good look at you, Gimp.” Said Biachi, with undisguised enthusiasm. “Beautiful! Now listen closely, slave! The paint will still be wet for a while and it can be smudged, so don’t close your legs. And don’t touch it! My friend Tushie is coming over soon and we’re all going to have some fun in the games room, and I want you looking perfect.”
“Do you mean Lady Tushington, Mistress?” Gimpi enquired timidly, with a sudden look of alarm briefly crossing her face.
“Oh yes, I heard you’ve already met Tushie,” said Biachi, appearing to be a little cross. “I’m still miffed that Jack let her play with you before me, but I dare say we’ll make up for that tonight.”
“What kind of game are we going to play, Mistress?” Asked Gimpi, who did not like board games, or sporty games, for that matter.
“Well, if you can’t guess now, then it will indeed be a nice surprise.” Said Biachi, smiling wickedly. But then she looked frighteningly stern. “You are such a blabber mouth, Gimp. If you were mine I’d knock that out of you in a minute, but sadly, you are not. I absolutely forbid you to speak for the rest of the evening. If you do I shall inform your master and insist he discipline you severely.
Gimpi spoke no more.

“So, Tushi, this is how we play Five Hundred Knock-Off!” Declared Biachi, barely able to contain her excitement. “Her nipples, belly-button, and twat are red bull’s-eyes worth fifty points. The green bands are worth twenty five points. The blacks are worth ten. And the first player to reduce their score to zero is the winner. “And for the prize! The loser has to fuck the winner with this strap-on until she achieves multiple orgasms!”
“Oh what fun, Biachi.” Said Tushi, clapping her hands in delight. “Shame it’s not knife throwing, but I gather dear Jack would not be amused.”

tanuno · Mar 2, 2025

[Bazzell]

Gimpi- 075/076/077 - Gimpi Meets Mistress Biachi

“This is great, Biachi!” Declared Tushi. “You know, I’m actually quite good at darts - I took this game up back in my ill spent uni’ days, as a way to get close to those un-washed working class men that I had a weakness for. I think I shall give you more than a run for you money!”
“That’s good, dear,” said Biachi, I like strong competition. Let’s get started, shall we. Ladies first, Lady Tushington.”

Gimpi turned her head to protect her eyes. She had no idea how good these women were at this game, and her heart thumped in her chest appropriately.
“Keep still, dartboard!” Tushi commanded the slave girl. “You will not want to distract me.”

“Aaaaggghhwwwwhhhh!” Cried Gimpi as the dart pierced her poor boob. She was pleasantly surprised to find that it didn’t hurt as much as she had expected, but she worried that maybe there was an element of anaesthesia that came with the shock.
“That’s a good shot, Tushi” said Biachi, sportingly.

tanuno · Mar 2, 2025

[Bazzell]

Gimpi- 078/079/080 - Gimpi Meets Mistress Biachi

“Ooooh! A bullseye, Tush!” Biachi encouragingly observed. “That’s seventy five points knocked off your score. I guess you haven’t forgotten the skills of your ill spent youth and I have a game on my hands!”
Gimpi’s cry was markedly louder. She sadly supposed there was indeed an anaesthetic shock element to the first dart. She bravely braced herself for more to come.
“That’s certainly a noisy dartboard you have there, Biachi!” Tushi commented wryly, “But I don’t mind a little background music.”
“I call this a Dart-Broad, Tushi.”

“DAMN IT!” Yelled Lady Tushington, in a very un-lady-like manner. “She moved!”
“It’s not a bad score, Tush.” Said Biachi, while adding her opponent’s tally to the chalk board.

I’s not fair, Biachi!” Tushi complained. “The little bitch made me miss! You should tighten her restraints!”
“Keep still, Slave.” Commanded, Biachi. “These are merely a few harmless pin pricks in your soft fleshy areas, but you’ll wish you’d had kept still if you get a dart in a rib bone. LOOK AT ME, SLAVE!” She yelled. Don’t be such a wimp, I won’t hit your face!”

tanuno · Mar 2, 2025

[Bazzell]

Gimpi- 081/082/083 - Gimpi Meets Mistress Biachi


*”Aaaaagghhhh!”* Cried Gimpi, as the dart landed. *“Right on the nipple!”* Exclaimed Biachi, victoriously. *“Wow!,”* said Tushi, involuntarily congratulating her opponent, and adding - *“What the fuck!”*	Mistress Biachi’s second dart landed in the green band on the girl’s belly. Lady Tushington was slightly appeased.

Biachi’s third dart landed plumb in the dartboard’s belly button, eliciting an appropriate scream of pain.
Lady Tush was furious, and let out another - “WHAT THE FUCK!”

[Bazzell]

Gimpi- 084/085/086 - Gimpi Meets Mistress Biachi
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tanuno · Mar 2, 2025

[Novaksus]

Jenna Chapter 1 - 027-031

[Novaksus]

Jenna Chapter 1 - 023-026

027
A couple of days later...
Jenna was walked into a large building by her owner. He liked to walk her around with a device that was lodged inside of her pussy. He had a button on the handle that he could press in order to shock her. She had no fight in her whatsoever. Ever more, the wrist cuffs numbed both of her hands, making them flopping around limply.
She had been instructed to always present her vagina forward, walk with spread legs, and lift them high. Her arms should be at her sides and elbows bent so that she looked like a pet. She was also not allowed to look angry or confident.
Every time she looked too high on herself, her owner would spank her. Thankfully, she had yet to receive any firm spankings. Only a few smacks on her bubble butt to keep her in line.
The humiliation was nonstop. Her spirit was absolutely broken. Deathly afraid of suffering even worse, she didn't dare to deviate at all from what she was commanded to do. She had one hope, and that relied on her behaving well.
The young man tugged impatiently at her pussy.
"Come, Whore. We're here. We're gonna be spending a day here. Need to photograph and film you, to promote you and maybe get a good slave trainer to buy you for a fat load of cash." Johnathan said, trying to hide his excitement. He wanted to be more professional and composed. He had found his calling in life, and even his dad seemed proud of him. He was living the best life at the expense of the life of this broken girl he was parading around.
Jenna had noticed that her skin was smoother than ever, and her ass had grown a bit, but her tits had grown even more. They had done something to her. She also noticed that she was horny constantly. But, she couldn't do anything about it. The cuffs made her hands unable to masturbate. And, since she spent the nights in a cage, there was nothing she could grind against. She had tried to spread her legs and push her cunt against the bars, but that didn't really work either.
Frustrated, heated up, and completely devastated. Her life was hell.

028
"Here we are, Whore." Jenna's Master hummed. He dragged her by the pussy over to a red cross in the middle of a dark stage. Spotlights and way too many cameras were all pointed towards it.
Yanking the metal bulb out of her cunt unceremoniously, he tossed the handle away and positioned her in front of the cross.
"Excited, Whore?" He asked in a chipper and degrading manner, the way one would an easily excitable dog.
"Yes Master." Jenna said meekly.
"I knew it! Such a good Whore you are. Yes you are!" He gave her a headpat and then gave her pussy a little rubbing before placing his hands on each side of her hips. Pressing in, he enjoyed her warm and smooth naked body.
Jenna cursed herself while she cooed unwillingly. The man's touch felt absolutely amazing. She was so frustrated and in need of release. Every time he would give her sex some attention, it felt like explosions detonating inside of her. Absolute ecstasy from mere touching.
Standing there for a minute in silence, Jenna wanted to ask, but didn't dare. He didn't like it when she spoke or thought. She just stared at the red velvety surface of the dark device.

029
"Know to shut the fuck up. That's a key feature in any decent slave." He rewarded her silence with some more crotch rubbing.
"Well. Let's get ya up and situated, Whore." He turned her around and lifted her by the waist.
"Reach up with your arms, slave." He commanded.
Jenna did what she was told to do, and suddenly, she heard two loud metallic sounds. Her wrist cuffs were magnetically snapped to the metal on the cross. It had locked on to her. Soon thereafter, two more sounds.
She was now completely splayed out and hanging naked on a cross, suspended in the air. Her arms and legs were spread wide, and her vulnerable state sent a powerful shock through her body.
"Holy hell, Whore. You're such a good little thing." He remarked, impressed with how well the girl acquiesced to his commands. She was obedient due to fear, nothing else.
There was no loyalty, worship, or adoration in her. Only sadness, fear, and hate.
"Gotta reward good behavior. That's important. Uncle knows a lot about how things like you think and feel. Need guidance. Can't think for yourself. Gotta teach you that your life is for men to enjoy. And, in the end, you will find enjoyment in that."
He recounted some wise words from his uncle while feeding her a thumb. Jenna wanted to bite. She winced a little before pursing her lips, letting the thumb into her mouth. She began suckling it, being as good as she could be.
But, her facade faded quite quickly. She felt his left hand on her crotch. Two fingers gently parting her nether lips and plunging in.
Suddenly, she was licking and sucking the thumb with much more devotion. Moaning softly as she pressed her crotch forward.
"What a good Whore you are. Such a pretty little Whore. Moan for me, moan for your owner, your Master." Her owner commanded.
Jenna let out a soul rending cry of passion and agony. She let the fucked up sounds of pleasure leak from her mouth while her pussy was dripping in pleasure. Convulsing around his fingers, her cunt was reveling in the moment. This was such a gruesome situation. She hated herself fiercely. She was faking all this, she didn't want to actually feel it.
'I should just bite the thumb. He will hurt me, but... at least I'll show him...' She thought to herself. She never acted on her desires to retake some of her dignity. She let the man use her body, toy with her soul.
Jenna gurgled, coughing a little, while orgasming from the cruel young man's fingers. Bucking into his hand, she squirted a healthy dose of nectar.
"Hah! What a fucking hopeless bitch!" John laughed as he walked away to clean his hands. Leaving the poor girl hanging there, cameras zoomed in on her body.

030
An hour later and Jenna was still strung up on the same device. But now, she had a small device lodged deep inside of her vagina. It sent out electrical shocks, vibrated, and moved. A device that brought the most intense pleasure.
"Aaaaaaah... Master! Master please!" She begged loudly, shaking in pleasure.
"Not yet. Control yourself, slave. Be a good bitch."
Jenna was to withstand 45 seconds without orgasming. Sounding like such a simple thing, it really wasn't.
They had done something to her. Her tits were larger, and other parts of her body felt foreign. But the sensitivity in her sex, she felt more. It was amped up. And even worse, she had no refractory period anymore. She could orgasm, and then nothing would change. She would be able to continue feeling such strong and delicious pleasure. She was insatiable. So. A challenge that she'd aced a week ago was now more or less...
"Aaaaaaaaah! Nooooo!! Mo... N... Master!" Crying out in a pathetic display of zero willpower, she climaxed violently. Shaking and shuddering, squirting more juices onto the floor. Her dazed gaze fell upon one of the cameras. She saw the lens rotate and zoom in. All of the cameras were automatically zooming in and focusing on her different bits. She just remembered that she was being filmed through all of this.

031
"You got me so horny, Whore. I was saving it for later, but guess we can use this chance to show your skills as a sex slave. Afterwards, I'll give you a spanking as a reward. But, if you perform well during your duties as a cock sleeve, then I'll go easy on your fat ass."
Her owner took her down from the cross.
Seeing that her owner had already dropped his pants and was lying down, she clumsily approached him.
"Giddy up, Whore. Cowgirl, but keep upright. Want the world to see your skills as a whore. Jenna Whore the whore. How fitting." The man smirked viciously.
Jenna did what she was told, as always, and slowly got on top of the man. His cock, again, made its way inside of her. She struggled with keeping balanced. He got her in a difficult and straining pose. This was her punishment. Much lighter than she'd feared.
"Hurry up, Whore. Show the cameras how you ride a cock like a good little sex slave!" He barked at her.
"Yes Master, sorry Master." The girl whimpered before she began lifting herself up, pulling away from the cock, then plopping down onto it, fucking herself with his huge dick.
'What!! Why?!' she screamed to herself in confusion. It felt so good, she was completely swept away by how amazing this felt. Every time she slammed down onto his cock, her fat ass cheeks slapped together, creating a loud clap. She began increasing the pace, making it sound like someone was slow clapping her performance. It was so fucked up, so humiliating, but she could do nothing about it. She had not yet buckled. She would see this day of torment through, and be stronger tomorrow.
Her Master saw it fit to fuck her thoroughly. During her third orgasm, he finally unloaded inside of her. Filling her womb up with more of his potent seed, she screamed out in absolute terrified bliss. Before she fully came to, a drone had already swooped over, cleaned out the sperm inside of her, and flown off.
"Good Whore. Now for the punishment. Stand up, bitch."