nothing. To top it off, this sadist slid my clothespins on my lips, ears, nose, and pinched my tongue with two pieces. And then ... Then he took a video camera and started shooting. I was crying out of my last strength. While he was shooting, he contrived to whip me, falling over the buttocks and stomach, breasts and crotch. I moaned and roared. Half an hour later, he started freeing my organs, starting with the pussy. He spent another half hour, eventually leaving the ropes on his chest.

“Well, how, darling, I liked it,” he addressed me, lying breathlessly on the floor.

- Yes, sir, very much, only Titi hurts.

- Hurt, you say. Do you want to make you such boobs that you'll be stuck in the doorway. And, in general, they are with you, normal, good working material. That's what I came up with. It is necessary to stretch your sex lips to hang somewhere between the thighs. How are you? Agree.

“Even if I disagree, can I object to you, master.” If you want, do whatever you want with my body - I hated myself for these words and, speaking, cried.

- Why are you crying? - He asked.

“I'm just a whore,” I said. - Fuck - masochist. My body is no longer ...

“... belongs to you,” he finished. - Right.

He unexpectedly kicked me in the stomach, and when I bent, I walked around the back and hit me hard in the crotch with a sharp shoe.

- Come on, cut the pussy something.

I obeyed. He brought the shoe to his pussy and put the sock inside.

- Climb on the shoe, whore, and so that up to the uterus is enough. How to get it, you say.

I tried very hard. I dreamed that my uterus would touch his shoes, my most intimate place - a dirty piece of shoes. I stretched my legs myself as I could and crawled with cancer. Everything turned out only when I just sat down with my pussy on the shoe, and he entered me almost to the heel. I experienced such bliss and doused, of course, with his mucus.

“I reached the womb, lord,” I whispered happily. “Oh, how beautiful it is to give you pleasure.” Unfortunately, I smeared my skin with my secretions, but I’ll lick everything, just don't kick me, please, for my mistake. I can not control my cunt.

He collapsed imposingly in the chair, and I fell to his foot with my mouth and stuck out my tongue. He shoved a shoe in my mouth, and I continued to lick. Then he lit a cigarette and ordered me to serve as an ashtray. That is, I lay on the sofa with my back so that my head hung down, and the priest rested against the back. I lifted my legs and lowered them to my shoulders. He went for the ropes. The torturer stretched the ropes under his armpits, secured him with a knot, then pulled his legs to his shoulders and pulled them. He took the vise, put it in the vagina, secured them with ropes. He began to twist the handle, and his vise's cheeks began to push the crotch, which was previously narrow because of the position given to me. A gaping hole soon formed between his legs, where he began to shake off the ashes. It was all over the fact that about my urethra extinguished bull. I screamed in pain. He left the room and returned with a toilet brush. Without taking the vise out of his pussy, he began to shove the brush into her. I lost consciousness from shame.

I opened my eyes in the process of releasing my breasts. My poor tormented tits were the color of ripe cherry. He led me to a mirror on the floor, sat me down in front of him and forced me to move my legs apart. Good lord The ropes were stitched into my large labia, ending at both ends with burnt knots. Now my pussy could be buttoned or fastened, closed, in short, in the manner of shoes.

“Oh,” I whispered. - I now do not need panties, right?

“Of course, fuck,” the torturer whined. - Look, what other rings on your lips. Four on each. Like?

- Yes, I like it. And on the anus too.

- That's clever. Now we just attach the bells to your crotch, and you can go.

“Thank you for everything, Sir,” I said with tears of gratitude, “that they didn’t really hurt me.”

- What are you, my dear, so slightly amused. Will you come again?

I thought. But not for long. This is like a drug, I thought. Of course, I will come, what is there to think about.

Already at the door, when, on my knees, I sucked his dick, he finally made me take the shoes into the vagina, lick it. I rose from my knees, stood on tiptoes and kissed his cheek. He jerked and punched me in the stomach with his fist, but then, realizing that I really thank him, I almost burst into tears, vomited an oath that I would come back, as I was free. I left all imaginable coordinates of my location, the names of my owners. Now he could even get me out of the ground.

On that and parted. The humiliated girl went further, seeking to satisfy her perverted lust ...

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