fast motion And then she felt the strongest blow to the stomach. They kicked me. I choked with pain, my legs parted, and I fell. I was kicked several more times, then grabbed by the hair, jerked into a humiliating pose with cancer.

- You must suck and suck, I understand, not roar. You're a hoesoska, fuck.

I obediently nodded my head and took the third member in my mouth. To my ass already attached, and now the second member breaks into me. Sealed on both sides. Another one joined me in my mouth fucking, and now I suck two cocks, and the third is torturing me from behind. They brutally raped me for another half an hour. Then, almost lifeless, all in sperm, they forced me to lie on the floor and began to poke shoes into my genitals, shoving my shoes in the vagina until the middle. I did not have the strength to scream. I just moaned in pain and humiliation. Quite unexpectedly, they left, and I was left alone on the dirty floor of the attic, naked, exhausted before losing her pulse, and morally demoralized. Wailing, I found the scraps of stockings, somehow wiped the sperm from my face (there were still dried divorces) and went down to the site of the last floor. It was necessary to go down to the fifth. Imagine my condition! You cannot walk on foot, there was an elevator, and anything can happen there. I called the booth and entered. The elevator stopped on my floor, and I waited with horror that now someone would see me standing in front of the door. So it happened!

A man of about forty in a light jacket stood in the doorway with a trash can in his hands. Incidentally, I already managed to jump out of the elevator. The silent scene went on for about a minute. A beautiful naked girl with disheveled hair, with traces of sperm on her face and body, and a man, whose firstly dumbfounded look, began to fill with outright lust.

- What happened?

“I was raped, beaten, my clothes were taken away,” I said quickly. - Help me please.

“How can a girl help you,” he said sympathetically, already forcing me with his eyes.

- I do not know.

- Well, let's go to my apartment, and then we'll see.

I had no choice but to follow him. Already in the corridor, he, as if by chance, touched my tits with his hand and, without feeling repulsed, abruptly turned to me.

- Listen, my dear, and how will you pay for my help?

- Body - fell out of me.

“So you're a little bitch, not a victim.” Probably fucked the guys on their own.

- Well, in general, it was so. I am a masochist and you can do with me what you want. I will repay you for your kindness, just don’t drive them out like that.

“So you like it when you get hurt.”

- In general, yes.

- Oh, and I like to bring pleasure through pain, little bitch! I have long been waiting for such as you!

- I agree to everything, but do not hurt me, please.

- By the way, how did you get here?

- I was sold for a week to sadists living in this house. And I should already be with them.

- Nothing, they will tolerate the night.

- But, my masters, received money from them for me.

“So you're worse.” A training torture you will only benefit

I hung my head and nodded meekly.

For the diversity of the present day, the host made me thoroughly undermine with him, of course, so that I would twist my shameful lips. Then he made me a five-liter enema, humiliating me with this to tears. He mocked laughed, watching the water pouring from my anus.

He decided to feed me from a bowl, and I barely varnished some porridge, while he was pulling me in the anus at that time. Have you ever tried eating while you are ass fucked pretty unceremoniously? My tears dripped into the bowl. Not allowing me to straighten up, the owner, turned me around and stunned my whole face. He pulled out a drawer with utensils, laid me on my back, sat on my stomach and ordered me to lift up and spread my legs wide apart to hold them like that.Putting the box somewhere between my legs, he began to pick at my vagina with forks and knives, clamped the large lips of the lips with tweezers for chopping nuts, put an opener, corkscrew, rolling pin into the anus. Skalku he shoved very far, and it seemed to me that she pierced the insides. It was only a prelude to the main action. What awaited me, I could only dream in nightmares, but I survived it and now I will describe everything he did to me, how he mocked and humiliated the young masochist. He took me to the torture room. Across the room, the hooks were installed on the ceiling, walls, and floor. Everywhere there were rolls of rope, barbed wire, clothespins, mousetraps, vices and clips.

“Pray, bitch,” said the master ominously. - Let's start with your fucking tits.

I began to beg him to spare me, but it only inflamed the man. He put my hands in leather handcuffs with rings, put ropes into the rings and stretched them to the hooks on the ceiling. He pulled my hands and fixed them. He deliberately made it so that I now stood on tiptoes, practically on the tips of my nails, almost hung on my hands. With a nasty lustful grin, he picked up a skein of fine nylon cord. He began to tie the left tits, and not just wrapped, and at each turn made a knot, firmly holding him. On the tenth orbit, I screamed in pain, my skin swiftly turned red and tense, my chest poured and heavy. I lost count of the turns, but my chest was separated from the breast's own flesh by a wide layer of rope, I was horrified. Titska was ill, ached with dull pain, and I almost did not feel it. He did the same manipulations with the right tits, and now before my tear-stained eyes, there were two huge red balls sticking up at the base — my beautiful breasts. But it turns out he still prepared the test. As you understand, my nipples, quite large, now looked like two dark red spots.

The owner pulled a white tube of cream from somewhere and smeared the nipples. Literally a minute later, I felt a sharp burning sensation, and before my eyes the nipples began to harden until they turned into two cylinders filled with insane desire. In the process of hardening, they tightened the skin of the breasts even more, and the feeling of lust mixed with a feeling of intense pain. An amazing combination! My tormentor took a thin string and dragged my nipples. Then I fainted. She awoke in pain. I felt that I was already hanging over the floor, and my legs hanging from the ceiling were spread wide apart. Just now, a man pierced a regular nipple with a ring to hang a two hundred gram weight on it. One nipple already got his load. I again forgot delirious pain. Once again, to my opened eyes, when I looked at my chest, a curtain of twine weights appeared, about fifty grams each, which was going around my distressful breasts. Now on each little piece hung, probably, by a kilogram of iron, if you count the load on the nipples. There was flour in my eyes. After he finished with ropes and weights, he took a handful of clothespins and ...

I woke up when the torturer went to my crotch. The entire surface of the blue-burgundy balls of the breasts was filled with clothespins. How he managed to pinch on the skin of two dozen pegs, which was stretched to impossibility, remained a mystery to me. Even on the nipples were two pieces. Looks like my shame was waiting for the same test. Only by touch and by flashes of pain did I understand what he was doing, swarming in my vagina. He used pliers to stretch the lips of the large genital lips and drag them with string. Then he proceeded to the small and the clitoris. God, he pulled off my clit so much that, to the great shame, I flowed and pissed off. Then he made a hedgehog in the crotch of clothespins, completing the execution.

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