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365 Days - The Cruel Vice (QB X Candied)
- Thread starter Kyubey
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The term said 365 days, 24 hours of quote, 'Complete and unfailing agreement to James Dyland's orders, of any degree'. What followed after were clauses that, like the clothes she wore, were stripped of her one by one. Now, he was wondering if that bitch felt it was right to be stealing from her employer; that spoiled brat thought she could just take things without recompense! But the joke was on her, after all. "You look quite stressed there, slut; want a drink?" he asked, wondering if the girl, tightly trussed up in a harsh hogtie forcing her bound-arms to arch her back to the point where she lay like a curved figure, hand firmly welded to her ankles in the harsh hogtie.
With a blue ball-gag and only in her undergarments, a small clit vibrator was snuck inside of her pussy as he walked over, pouring some water over her head. "Having fun yet? You only have a few minutes to go!" For sure, he would think her attitude would be slightly adjusted given how she remained in that hogtie facing arousal for a good hour or two. Seriously, even at the speed they buzzed she would be left perpetually hanging from reaching a climax. "Want to try mouthing me off again? Or did you want to wear that gag for three days?" he asked, placing his foot over her head.
Yes, for the following 365 days, she was to be his sex slave. And breaking her in was his priority.
With a blue ball-gag and only in her undergarments, a small clit vibrator was snuck inside of her pussy as he walked over, pouring some water over her head. "Having fun yet? You only have a few minutes to go!" For sure, he would think her attitude would be slightly adjusted given how she remained in that hogtie facing arousal for a good hour or two. Seriously, even at the speed they buzzed she would be left perpetually hanging from reaching a climax. "Want to try mouthing me off again? Or did you want to wear that gag for three days?" he asked, placing his foot over her head.
Yes, for the following 365 days, she was to be his sex slave. And breaking her in was his priority.
CandiedCreativity
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Jun 18, 2013
Pain wasn't something that Felecia Hughes had ever truly experienced, but now she was beginning to understand. Tears stained her pretty face and her brunette locks spilled around her, sticking in her tears and the saliva that dripped from her forced open lips. She couldn't move and if she tried the harsh ropes bit into her skin, likely bruising her pale flesh with the sick patterns that forced her to lay in agony.
It had only been a couple small things - a bit of money here, a piece of jewelry there, but he had noticed and she hadn't realized that he had ways of finding out, ways of catching it on tape, but now she really regretted even taking this job for the extra money while she looked for her first law job. As water poured over her head, she let out a muffled groan, her eyes closing as the man spoke to her. Calling her a slut, a word that the girl had never been called before. She grunted in response, her eyes going up to him as a whimper escaped around the gag. The vibrator against her clit was making her go insane, making her want to touch herself and relieve herself, but that wasn't possible. All she could do was listen to the bastard and shake her head when he asked if she wanted to mouth off or wear the gag for three days. Already her jaw hurt from the ball that kept her mouth wide.
It had only been a couple small things - a bit of money here, a piece of jewelry there, but he had noticed and she hadn't realized that he had ways of finding out, ways of catching it on tape, but now she really regretted even taking this job for the extra money while she looked for her first law job. As water poured over her head, she let out a muffled groan, her eyes closing as the man spoke to her. Calling her a slut, a word that the girl had never been called before. She grunted in response, her eyes going up to him as a whimper escaped around the gag. The vibrator against her clit was making her go insane, making her want to touch herself and relieve herself, but that wasn't possible. All she could do was listen to the bastard and shake her head when he asked if she wanted to mouth off or wear the gag for three days. Already her jaw hurt from the ball that kept her mouth wide.
"Good. I love that enthusiasm. Let's go for another hour." he said, smiling as he relished in the misery in her eyes. Crushing her hopes with every punishment that came gave him enjoyment to no end, seeing her writhe pathetically with the drool dripping from the ball gag that was easily a side too big for the pathetic slave. Taking a seat, he relished in the sun outside the manor as he heard her every whimper, every moan that came from the frustration that was sure to mount as time passed.
Eventually, the time came for her to be liberated. By this time her arms must be almost asleep, pins and needles the last of her worries. The rope marks was sure to last, her lower jaw sticky and wet with drool, the ground slightly darkened by where her juices dripped leaving her panties soaked. With the connection to her wrists and her ankles lost, he then turned towards slave as he told her "So, whore, I'm going to give you a few hours of rest. In the meanwhile...lean your ass up and spread your cheeks. You need a good beating before we begin." he said. A good spanking often followed a rather rough fucking from him. And this time, he got to hear her squeal with the ball gag on.
"And remember: every whimper means an hour spent on Mr.Quiggles!" he said, jokingly as he straightened his whip. Mr. Quiggles was the name he gave to a torture device, consisting of a pole where she would be bound in an uncomfortable manner, forced to endure a machine that had a vibrating dildo plunging in and out for her. She couldn't even last little over and hour before she fainted...he was merciful then, having removed her. Any more now, she would remain bound until her time passed.
Eventually, the time came for her to be liberated. By this time her arms must be almost asleep, pins and needles the last of her worries. The rope marks was sure to last, her lower jaw sticky and wet with drool, the ground slightly darkened by where her juices dripped leaving her panties soaked. With the connection to her wrists and her ankles lost, he then turned towards slave as he told her "So, whore, I'm going to give you a few hours of rest. In the meanwhile...lean your ass up and spread your cheeks. You need a good beating before we begin." he said. A good spanking often followed a rather rough fucking from him. And this time, he got to hear her squeal with the ball gag on.
"And remember: every whimper means an hour spent on Mr.Quiggles!" he said, jokingly as he straightened his whip. Mr. Quiggles was the name he gave to a torture device, consisting of a pole where she would be bound in an uncomfortable manner, forced to endure a machine that had a vibrating dildo plunging in and out for her. She couldn't even last little over and hour before she fainted...he was merciful then, having removed her. Any more now, she would remain bound until her time passed.