SSH (Alexisunderwood x randomname98766789)

[Alexisunderwood]

At SSH, or Slavers Sex High, the teenagers of rich, and more often than not, most wanted men on earth go to school. Here, your school list consists of many different things. You have your textbooks, notebooks, pens, pencils, sex toys, rope, handcuffs, whips, tools, duck tape, and sex dolls. Your schedule may consist of English, math, anatomy, sex history, sex/rape, physical education, and torture. Do enjoy your classes and your doll as much as possible, don't rape in class (or at least without permission from the teacher). Remember, students are only allowed to have arms and or tentacles. Doll clothing must reveal majority if not almost all skin. Students are occasionally split from doll so that the doll may learn proper techniques unless students wish to attend instead of having teachers do the demonstrations. Other students may touch other dolls upon other masters consent.
Classes all pertain or relate to how to run your illegal empires and also how to enjoy yourself in your spare time. Remember that physical education is similar to a study hall in the fact that it allows students to pleasure themselves with their dolls in the gym where there are different stations to test. Here at school, dolls are to be kept restrained in some way if they are deemed untamed. Collars and leashes are the recommended choice though you are free to use whatever method.

Boarding is provided. Dolls are not allowed to be pregnant. Punishment is greatly encouraged for even the smallest of acts as it teaches obedience. Any doll who does not seem to be growing obedient shall be taught obedience in private classes with their master and a teacher. Dolls may be called up to the front of the room with their master to demonstrate. Students must not be shy as they may be asked to fuck their doll in class should they have done it well during the homework assessments. Students select the exact forms of torture and sex the learn. There are special rooms created for students who want to practice techniques that may elicit screams or howls.

Classrooms consist of desks with handcuffs on each leg should the lesson involve needing restraints. It is required that each doll must ask permission to do anything they are not told to do. There is a doll clothing store as well as a toy store on school campus.

The classes are graded upon results.

The pool is located by the gymnasium where you may go to have pleasure (forced or not) or see what tentacles might cause should you not have them. Should you have tentacles, please be sure you can shift to be human as well.

Should you be in search of a new doll, the school has many nearby stores that hold many girls waiting to be taken. Select a picture and the girl shall either be sent in from one of the warehouses or kidnapped for your pleasure.

Only students who apply and have had some experience in torture and or sex are admitted. Dolls are not required to be virgins though it is recommended so students may do as they please from the be.

 

[randomname98766789]

David Fleming is the seventeen year old son of Rickey Fleming- one of the most wanted men in the sex slave trade. Of course, there was no way that young David would be able to go to any regular school. With the fact of his father's reputation and his own reputation, no one would get within one hundred yards of him. Besides, his father wanted him to get into the business and knew there was no better place than SSH to get him started. David has sexual experience before, his father telling him how to treat disobedient slaves and the basics on how to not get caught. All he really took from it was that he girl was his fucktoy and he could do whatever to her that would make her mind. That didn't mean he was all on board with the idea though. Rickey had always noticed that about his son and was highly disappointed. However, he knew that going to this school, seeing the wondrous possibilities that he'd have with his sex doll would change him.

First, in the mail, David got his schedule just like any other high school. Math, English, Physical Education, then an introduction to sex and rape class. Since this would be his freshman year at this particular school, he was in the beginning classes but would also get choice of how he wanted his doll. He simply had his virgin doll shipped in from a warehouse after glancing through a packet that his father had bought for him. He said to choose any girl he wanted, so he ended up on choosing a rather newer girl that was a virgin so he could mold her in whatever way he pleased. The whole time this was going on, his moral conscience kept eating at him but all these years of listening to his father and even taking turns on some of the girls were starting to cloud his morals. It's not totally his fault, so it's okay, he's not responsible for doing this- or that's just what he told himself.

Bondage is probably David's favorite aspect to look forward to with this school. Being able to have his toy tied up and gagged all the time is an arousing thought for the teenager. He developed an affinity to it early on having walked into a room where a girl was being held, tied up and ball gagged. Ever since then, he's wanted to do that to another girl- and has done it before- but not to the extent which he believes will be possible with the materials he'll be having access to at the school. Nervousness and shyness wasn't an issue for him. It's not like this is his first time doing anything of this nature and he's confident he's got the most experience of all the newly admitted students. No doubt they'll recognize him too because his father's like a celebrity to these kinds of people.

David stands at 6 feet and 1 inch tall. He's already above average height for a full grown male and is still due another growth spurt. He weights just under 200 pounds and is very fit and muscular. Had he been going to a normal high school, he'd be a perfect football player. His skin is nicely tanned and he has bright green eyes. His hair is dark brown, short, and spiky. His emotions are hard to read sometimes as he always looks mad with his naturally long face and larger nose. A couple scars are here and there on his forehead from bad acne problems in his early adolescent years but it's cleared up now. He stayed clean shaven and could be considered quite attractive.

Today is the big day for him, the day he meets Isabelle- though he was told that she'd be whatever name he liked, if he wanted her to have a name- and he'd only seen her through a pamphlet type guide. He isn't sure how to react to her at first. The other girls that he's played with were just temporary kidnappings that his father would let him have before he sold them off. However, this doll would be permanent, or at least more temporary than what he'd dealt with before. He pulled into the parking lot of an abandoned apartment building which he was told to come to see and pick up his order. He stepped out of his dark blue Escalade and entered inside the broken double doors of the pastel colored building. The invoice on his shipment was read to go to the janitor's closet on the first floor near what would be the clerk's office. He took a few turns and read the dusty signs before coming to the door. With a quiet breath, he pushed open to the big room to see what he's gotten himself into by doing this.

 

[Alexisunderwood]

Isabelle had just been kidnapped not even a month ago. She had been on her way home when she had been grabbed and stuffed into a van. Ever since then, life, in the most basic terms ever, sucked. She had been put into a cell of sorts naked, not allowed clothing whatsoever. She had been "ordered" at some point though at the time she didn't really know what it meant.

When she was taken to the checkout line at the warehouse store she was in, the potential buyer decided against buying her upon hearing she was virgin. She had been taken to the back where she had been beaten for being inadequate. Somewhere along the long she had been forced into a photo shoot with clothing that didn't cover anything and then was ordered yet again.

Isabelle stood kind of short at 5 feet 9 inches. She had originally weighed around 145 pounds but had lost weight in her time at the warehouse, weighing in at 115 lbs. at this point. She had been fed enough to keep her ribs from being prominent and appear as a healthy, extremely thin girl. Her blue eyes were complimented by her skin that was tan in the summer but pale in the winter. Her skin was mostly unblemished except from the few scars and bruises her captors had caused. Her hair was a light blonde that came down to her stomach, straight normally though it could be wavy at times.

A girl with a normal life, happy and excited about life, was taken and humiliated in her eyes. When she was ordered, she had been given the simplest articles of clothing she could possibly imagine. White cotton panties and a white bra that failed as a bra. To prepare her for her buyer, she had been waxed in every spot a sex doll had to be. Her hair had been washed and she had been allowed a shower. A lady had put light makeup on and had given her dangling earrings that brushed her bare skin whenever she moved her head. Isabelle had then been forced into a truck where she was handcuffed before being moved. Whoever was moving her decided to do it at night, not caring that Isabelle was basically naked and froze out in the cold of night.

She had been taken into a building, struggling along the way whenever one of the men got to handy with her. She hated every moment of being a product getting sold. As Isabelle was forced into an old apartment building, she saw the place was long ago abandoned. There were spots of carpet soiled with something, bugs, dead and alive, and random patches on the wall. She was led quickly through the building before being shoved into a closet that held old, dusty cleaning supplies. Before she could get up, the men had handcuffed her to a leg on one of the lockers for the janitors the room held.

She felt one of them grab her hair and yank her head back, gagging her with a ball gag as the other seemed to enjoy himself as he groped her, adjusting her underwear so it didn't even cover a single thing it was supposed. When the men left her behind, she looked down at herself, sick to her stomach at her appearance. Isabelle tried to move the bra into place as much as possible, just barely covering herself. Her panties were a different story as she couldn't do it with her hands handcuffed the way they were. She rested her head against the lockers, exhausted from the events of the day.

Slowly, she closed her eyes and slept on her side, facing the door since facing away wasn't an option the way she was held. She wondered if she was going to be picked up or was just being left to die after not being good enough though the thought was fleeting and came just as she fell asleep.

When she woke up to the sound of a door opening, she was drowsy for a moment before seeing someone. Her eyes widened and she looked at the boy in front of her, he couldn't really be called a man unless she could be called a woman at the age of sixteen, possibly seventeen since she had lost count of the days until her birthday and she was never told the date.

She breathed deeply, trying to figure out what was happening without panicking entirely. When he did approach, she pulled back, not wanting to have him feel the need to touch her like the other people in the business he must interact with.

 

[randomname98766789]

Once David had adjusted to the lighting of the oddly lit room - one pair of lights working, then another two were disconnected, then a couple more were working and a set of three disconnected- he was able to get a full view of her body, perfectly placed in the light to see her face and to see her cuffed to the leg of the lockers. Any moral or humane thoughts that he had left when he entered that janitor's closet. The way her hands fidgeted uselessly against the leg started to lift his boner. Her hands looked so adorable cuffed like that, she was a perfect damsel in distress. Then came his favorite part- the nice, pink ball gag that was in between her teeth. Her lips hugged it ever so delicately, just like she was asking him to fuck her right there. The small articles of clothing that she had on was still too much in his own opinion. With a disgruntled huff, he started to approach her. Even though she pulled back, she wasn't helping herself at all. She couldn't go anywhere. "You're way too overdressed." He muttered and quickly knelt down, driving his knee into her ribs so he could reach behind her back and unhook the bra and toss it in one of the empty lockers.

He made sure to drive his sharp knee right at the bottom of her abdomen, near her waistline to cause her more pain and to not allow her to move at all when he tried to undress her. "There's no need to be afraid, I'm not going to kill you, your situation could be worse." He told her in a matter-of-fact tone before starting to unbuckle his jeans and remove his belt, dropping it to the floor with a clang. It would also be a nice punishment-giver if he needed it. Spanking with his hand wouldn't be nearly enough. If he'd learned anything from his father, it's punish often and hard. That's what he planned to do. Telling her this was his own, unknowingly sadistic way of rationalizing this with himself. He wasn't going to murder her. She could have been purchased by a murderer. Fucked once and then killed right there. But no, she was purchased by a much nicer fellow. She could spend her days having orgasms and sexual pleasure and live. Besides, he would only mistreat her if she truly had disobeyed him. He wouldn't be as bad as some other masters.

Having no idea how sadistic his thoughts and actions were, he was truly brainwashed. Now here he was, his very first little sex doll to do as he pleased. He's imagined this moment for so long and so many different times. The possibilities of what he'd do to her was endless. But now, his boner was growing and growing. The bulge in his boxers showed how turned on he was after he dropped down his jeans, stepping out of them and looking at her. Wanting to be comfortable for this, he removed his shirt as well, revealing his nicely toned physique that he kept. All his intentions were on playing high school football until he went to a school that had no team. The next part would be tricky, he thought. He'd have to remove her panties and he knew that her legs would be kicking and struggling away when he tried. After thinking for a moment, he approached her again and slammed his foot down into her abdomen, reaching over her body and just ripping off her panties. He was able to stay far enough away to avoid any kick that she might have shot at him.

Here Isabelle lay, naked, handcuffed and gagged, all exposed to the teenage boy's liking. His boxers were the last thing to come off, revealing his large, thick cock that was throbbing, needing to be satisfied. He approached her now, standing at her feet and towering over her, smirking. "They told me you're a virgin... that won't be the case after tonight." He said and with that, he knelt down and crawled on top of her, hands grabbing her at the thighs to try and hold her legs still at least a bit. Now, his shaft trailed slowly from her thigh to her inner thigh, getting close to her tight, virgin pussy. He wanted these last moments of her virginity to be horror-filled, painful, and excruciatingly slow.

 

[Alexisunderwood]

Isabelle watched the boy her age, hoping he might be someone like her friends at school, nice enough to help someone out even if they didn't really know them. All her hopes of having a nice fellow vanished when she heard the first sentence out of his mouth. She gasped against the ball gag when he drove his knee into her ribs. When her rather large breasts were clear for the world to see, Isabelle shivered, the chill of the room affecting her more than earlier. Perhaps it was fear as well.

He seemed keen to the idea of hurting Isabelle in her head as he drove his knee into her again. She brought her knees up to her stomach, the pain causing her to want to hold her stomach though she wasn't able to. As he seemed to try and sooth Isabelle, she wondered if the teenager was the worst comforter ever.

She knew exactly what he was planning as she saw him remove his jeans. The clang of the belt caused her to take a sharp breath in her fear. If there had been any doubt left in Isabelle, it was erased when he saw the growing erection. Isabelle felt sick to her stomach, not wanting to be there. She tucked her head into her shoulder, hiding her eyes from looking up at the boy.

Isabelle was not ready for what happened next. She knew he would want to get to the spot of her virginity but wasn't sure if he would do it right away. She held her legs close together, trying to keep her panties from being removed and from allowing the boy a chance to explore her sex. When he slammed into her abdomen again, Isabelle first drew her legs in in pain, then felt them weaken, trying to cope with the pain as best as possible.

Isabelle realized she was not exposed, entirely naked. She pulled in on herself, hoping to at least keep some of her body from his roaming eyes. When she saw his boxers come off, she felt her heart beat pick up even more. How did he expect to put that in her tiny hole? When she was turned on her back, she cried out, unable to stay calm, or at least kind of calm, anymore.

She had never been more scared before as she felt her thighs forced open, revealing her sex. When she felt something unfamiliar down there, she grew even more scared, closing her eyes as she tried to pull herself away by pulling on the handcuffs to drag herself across the floor.

Isabelle felt his shaft crawling closer and closer to her sex. Her heart had never raced faster and she was shaking. She breathed deeply, wanting to push the man away. She tried to speak against the ball gag but found it useless. She didn't want this. She was scared. She wanted to be anywhere else. Why was it then that she felt wet down there? It wasn't a lot, but it was enough for her to notice as the cold air hit her wet sex.

She shook her head slightly before tucking it back into her shoulder, trying to keep from looking for whatever reason. She felt the muscles in her abdomen tighten as she again tried to pull away, looking the fellow in the eyes at this point as she tried to ask him to stop.

 

[randomname98766789]

When her sex was revealed, the very first observation that Daniel took in from Isabelle was the small, but noticeable, glistening coming from her womanhood. For more sadistic reassuring, he told himself that she was just playing games. If she really didn't want this, how could she be wet? Wetness was a sign of arousal and arousal was consent. She was such a cute and good little actress. So far he'd been satisfied with his purchase. "Aw, don't worry. You can look at your master." He whispered, reaching a hand up to touch her face, a smirk on his lips. He knew that some masters put restrictions on eye contact. However he didn't want that. he wanted to see the constant fear and helplessness in her gorgeous eyes. That was half the fun anyways.

Disgruntled with her hiding her face, he reached down and slapped her, hard. He knew that she was looking at him then but he felt almost hurt that it took her such a long time to do so. "Look at your master." He scowled at her and then wasted no time, forcefully shoving his massive, bulging cock inside of her tight hole. Often he heard about how painful a female's first time at sex was. That was far from his mind though and he took no consideration in her well being. As hard as he can, he raises up his hips, sliding up to the point that the head of his cock was nearly outside of her, then slamming his length right back in, piercing and puncturing her cervix with the very first thrust. The deafening, sickening sound of their hips loudly smashing together echoed through the room. His second thrust was no more merciful than the first. As if that weren't bad enough for her, he was simply testing her out. His true potential was not seen here.

He wanted her to remember this moment, always. The painful ripping of her sex, the sound of hip bone smashing hip bone, the sound of her bare back slamming against the floor when he moved his hands to the small of her back to raise her up and slam her down again, he wanted it to be with her forever. All of this was pleasing to him and it wasn't more than five, maybe six or seven minutes when he reached his orgasm. He moaned out loudly as if he were having sex with a lover and his warm, thick cum quickly gushed inside of her and filled her up. As he rode down from his high, a small smirk remained on his lips as he just rested his cock inside of her in an almost gloating manner.

 

[Alexisunderwood]

When he touched her phase, Isabelle found that she was rather disgusted that this teenager thought he was doing nothing in the wrong. Isabelle thought she might have seen stars if the teenager had hit her just a little more. Her cheek stung drawing her worries away rom those involving her sex.

Isabelle cried out against the ball gag, this time in pain as she felt her tight hole entered for the first time. She felt him going in and out, developing a rythm that caused her to want to stop and sleep for days. It was obvious to Isabelle that the boy didn't care that he was hurting her, that he was enjoying her pain as he continued to go harder and faster inside of her.

She felt something give and criedd out again, tears springing to her eyes of their own volition. She couldn't hold them back as the boy continued to pound in and out of her. She felt his hip bones slam into her own causing pain there as well. What would her life be like now? Would she be forced to go through this everyday?

Her first time was farm more violent than she had ever imagined it would be. She had imagined she would want it, not be forced. There wouldn't be the feeling of her sex being torn or her bones being pounded or her back being slammed.

When she felt his juices fill her, Isabelle closed her eyes again, thankful for the break but hating what had caused it. She felt like she could breath a bit better since she didn't have to compete with her racing breath from the exertion anymore.

Isabelle didn;t feel anything but him inside her, sitting there, as if enjoying the feeling of her sex around his cock. She groaned in pain and exhaustion. She felt broken in reality, but swore silently to herself that wouldn't be how she was. The feeling of his juices inside of her was something she had never experienced before causing her to feel uncomfortable about such a thing. She refused to look at him as she tried to catch her breath, the feat much more difficult since she had to breath through her nose.

When it was done, she lay there, limp, too tired to move or struggle. She really just wanted to irritate the boy who had just taken her. The only thing she knew he disliked so far was her not meeting his eyes, and being covered up. She couldn't do the second and preferred option, so she refused to look at him, wondering if she had ever ahted someone more.

 

[randomname98766789]

As David lay there on top of the very thin blonde girl, he noticed something about her. She'd definitely be a fighter, she wouldn't be obedient to him at all. That was okay though, it's the least of what he expected. Although she thought that she had the upper hand by trying to upset him by disobeying the only rule that he's set up so far, she was just causing more damage to herself. Quickly, he slammed his large hand onto her clit and gave it an unforgiving pinch. To add to her discomfort, he clamped his free hand over her nose, blocking off all airways.

Right before this, he was just going to chloroform her to knock her out, but he'd much rather cause her the distress of doing it the old conventional way. He kept like this until the girl passed out from the pain and the lack of air. He didn't want to kill her, clearly, so he took off the ball gag to allow her to get air. He reached in the envelope where his instructions were and pulled out a shiny key. He unlatched her handcuffs from the leg just to latch her wrists right back together. He picked her limp body up in his arms, not bothering to put his clothes back on.

Once to his car, he placed her in the trunk, hands cuffed behind her back. There were some ropes and toys ready that his father had supplied him with, and he graciously took the rope and started to go to work. Once he was done, she was tied in a tight hogtie with her ankles, knees, and thighs tied together along with a rope connecting the ankle ties to her handcuffs, completing the hogtie. To simply add to her discomfort and add to his own pleasure, he added a pair of nipple clamps to her nipples and a breast rope around her large breasts. He finished it off with a crotch rope that dug deeply into her swollen sex that he'd just pounded so violently.

Clearly, there was no way that she was getting free. He pocketed the key and just about this time, she was waking up. To hurry things up, he greeted her with the pinching of her clit once more to make her yelp in pain. Once that was done, the pair of panties that she was wearing was shoved into her mouth. After that, three pieces of strategically placed white bondage tape was placed on her lips. He took a towel that was in his car and wrapped it around her eyes to blindfold her. He made sure to wrap it around her head multiple times so she wouldn't be able to see through in the slightest.

Along with her panties, he brought along his belt from the abandoned apartment building. He quickly rolled her onto her stomach and gave her six sickening, skin-tearing, painful lashes with his belt. He remained wordless throughout this and cleared his trunk off all objects, not taking any chances. He slammed the lid shut and got into his car, starting the drive to the dorms of the school

 

[Alexisunderwood]

When the boy grabbed something in her nether regions, Isabelle cried out against the ball gag again. She then felt the boy plug her nose, or stop it up, restraining her from breathing. She struggled against him for air, looking into his eyes with fear.

Isabelle wasn't sure which was the cause of her going unconscious, the lack of air or the pain from down there. She went limp, her body throbbing from the exertion. She had never known such pain and fear and regret. She didn't regret disobeying the teenager, for the most part, but she did regret not doing some things.

As Isabelle felt herself rising from the blackness of unconsciousnes, she felt multiple things rubbing at her skin, causing it to become raw. She was rather out of it still when she felt the same pain as earlier. She looked down to see he was pinching the same area viciously again.

Isabelle looked up at the boy, anger and pain wrought in her form. "You're sick," she managed to whisper before her panties were shoved in her mouth. Not only did he feel the need to tag her again, he blindfolded her too. She didn't move, her sex already in pain from being raped and now was getting rubbed raw from painful rope. He breasts ached as did her nipples from the clamps squeezing the sensitive skin.

When she felt the lashes, Isabelle cried out once again. It felt like he was whipping her with a barbed whip for all the experience she held. Whatever he used, it hurt. What hurt more though was being moved with the rope in her croch. She hadn't imagined something so simple could cause the most discomfort.

When the trunk slammed shut, Isabelle found tears streaming down her face from pain. She had been raped, slapped, beaten, tied up, whipped, and pinched extremely aggressively. It all hurt all over. She lay in the trunk, sleep coming fast and welcome, hoping wherever he was taking her would be a while away.

 

[randomname98766789]

Not knowing anything about Isabelle, David figured that he shouldn't take any chances when driving to his dorms. Just in case she was taking mental notes or trying to time her position, he took unnecessary turns and routes to arrive to the dorms where he lived. Unbeknownst to him, she was fast asleep. It was something he figured she might be doing but again, no chances could be taken.

He pulled into the parking lot of his housing with a grin. It felt nice to be home. His parking spot was right up against the sidewalk that led to the stairs to the house. His room was on the third floor, the top floor, so he'd be having fun getting her up to his room. Walking out of the car, he popped the trunk and played with her a bit, rolling her around to get her riled up again. "We're here, my slut." He smirked at her and once she was awake, he got a nice, twisted idea.

She was hogtied so she couldn't crawl nor walk. He took a strong collar and a metal leash, placing it firmly around her neck, Quickly, he jerked her out, making her hit the ground, chest first, with a thud. "Hurry up." he said, giving her a medium-powered kick to her abdomen before dragging her by the leash. Though it wasn't a walk in the park, she was only about 100 pounds he assumed, and he was at 200 with rippling muscles. Therefore it wasn't that hard of a test either. He dragged her by the leash all the way across the sidewalk, up the steps and into the lobby.

The elevator wasn't that far away so he quickly dragged her across the small area of carpet, probably a terrible rug burn developing over her naked body now. He was getting rather tied of dragging her though so instead he picked her up, slung he over his shoulders and walked down the long hallway with the blue colored walls and red carpet. His door was the last one on the right, just beside a big window. He let her hit the ground with a thud again, unlocking his door and kicking her in the shoulders, then the stomach to get her into his room. Once he had kicked her in his room, he locked the door behind them. He filled out the paperwork with the school to allow her to stay with him. He didn't want anyone else touching his pet. This is only the second time he's been in the room, the first time was to help move in contraptions and any items that he wanted, kind of like moving to a college dorm room for normal students.

 

[Alexisunderwood]

Isabelle slowly woke up as she felt the car stop moving. She shook in the car;s trunk, everythinghurting far more than before now that she had been moved with it all on. Whenthe trunk opened,she could tellfrom the heat of the light hitting her bare body.She probably would have screamed at him for calling her a slut, but withthe gag, it was hardly something she could do.

She felt the guy touching her again and shivered at the way he seemed to be merciless with her. She felt something around her neck and was fairly certain it was no necklace. She heard the clinging of metal before being yanked violently out of the car.

She had given a small gasp of surprise but cried uot in oain as she landed on the asphalt of the parking lot. She elt all the tiny sharppoints and rolled so she was on her side again, her cehst now scratched and bleeding just a little bit.

Why he felt the need to kick her, Isabelle had no ieda. She called out again against the blindfold, not really getting any sounds out but a muffled groan. Isabelle assumed he would untie her legs at least sohe could allow her inside, but he had other ideas. She felt him drag her, choking her should she not go lip and allow it to happen. When she did that though, her entire body scraped very roughly against the sidewalk, causing painful abrasions as she wsa dragged.

The steps were the worst part since she slammed into each of them, her already frail body taking a beating. When she was dragged into the lobby and arcoss the carpet, Isabelle felt h=tears spring to her eyes once again involuntarily. She felt the blindfold grow wet as she was dragged, her hip and shoulder taking the worst of it.

Isabelle was gratedfuly and disgusted when the guy picked her up. She was being dragged anymore but it pulled eventighter at all the ropes digging into her. When he dropped her, Isabelleknew it was no accident and let out a muffled grunt. He kicked her inside as if shewere luggage causing her togroan against the gag.

Isabelle heard a lock engage and groaned against the gag. Her entire body ached and now it wouldn't get a break probably. Isabelle rested her head on floor, shaking it slightly back and forth since she was unable to speak., The nipple clips hadn't been as bad as the rope until she had been dragged, causing them to catch on the rough floor under her, pulling them painfully. It would be no surprise to Isabelle shoulder her body be bruised and bloody tomorrow.

 

[randomname98766789]

David could hear all of her grunts and groans of frustration. But the way they were muffled just turned him on. The only thing he untied from her was the rope that connected the hogtie and the ropes around her knees, thigh, and her crotch rope. However, she was not receiving a break, she was merely going to be raped again. He picked her up and just threw her onto the bed, on her stomach. Although her ankles were tied together, he was able to spread her legs enough to be able to see her entrance.

To keep her in place, he latched the collar tighter around her neck and then tied the metal leash to the headboard. If she would try to move at all, it would start choking her. And just for fun, he grabbed her by the shoulders and yanked her towards the foot of the bad so the leash would catch and choke her. He held it for a good thirty seconds, then released.

He gave her no time to recover from this as he spread out her legs and shoved his massive shaft with the raging boner right back inside of her. However, it wasn't the same opening. This opening was her tight little asshole. He figured it would deal a great amount of pain, even more so than her womanhood did. Reaching around the front of her body, he pinched her clit hard again and didn't let go. His thrusts were as sickening as the ones in the abandoned building in the janitor's closet and he took no mercy on her.

David thought it was a rather nice scene, it was a beautiful sunset outside- though Isabelle wouldn't know because she was blindfolded - and here he was, raping a nice looking girl, fulfilling his fantasies that he's always had. With a few moans, he had his orgasm and his hot, sticky seed filled up her ass. She had been punctured deeply into her ass and he loved it. He hadn't done anal that much before, it wasn't his favorite- he just figured she needed to have that feeling.

He slowly removed his cock from inside of her and then grabbed his belt again. Of course, she hadn't done anything wrong but he justified it in his mind with saying that she didn't show any pleasure from their love-making. That made the master mad. If the master gets mad, it's totally fine to punish the doll. "I know you enjoyed that, slut!" He shouted and took the belt, lashing it over her ass again and again, eight more times. Then he runs it along her back, lashing her a couple times there and then back to her ass.

Quickly, he flipped her onto her back, the chain twisting and choking her as he releases his fury on her sex, lashing it again and again with his belt. Once he got bored, he stopped and let the belt fall to the floor. He rested her back onto her stomach and shoved the crotch rope back onto her body, tying it tighter than before. He was a little nice though, he did take off her blindfold.

 

[Alexisunderwood]

Isabelle felt her legs released for the most part except for her ankles. Though it did hurt, still to have her legs bound the way they were, it was better than it had been. She was most thankful for the release of the crotch rope. When she was thrown back onto the bed, she groaned, knowing what was coming, or at least having a general idea. The thing around her neck, what she assumed must be a collar, was attached to something. She tried to move slightly to relax slightly though she found she choked when she did. She couldn't get into a more comfortable position without choking herself.

When she felt his hands on her shoulders, Isabelle felt her stomach drop. She expected his shaft to be shoved into her sex again but instead, he held her, choking her. What pleasure could this bring him? As he released her, she struggled to get the air into her lungs she needed, trying to not move so she wasn't choked. There was no releif given to her though as she felt him enter her again, somewhere different.

She felt like her asshole was ripped from being forced to take something that was too big. She cried out against the blindfold, struggling against her bonds to try and escape but finding she couldn't without passing out, then he would just have free range of her body without any resistance. This was worse than before as he seemed to go harder. At least her sex had been a little wet. This was downright painful as she found she had possibly been drier that ever down there. She had heard some people did this, but didn't understand the pleasure since the pain engulfed her.

When she felt the same kind of juices she had felt in her sex in her ass all over again, she groaned in pain and discomfort though it might not appear that way. It hurt so greatly, she tried to dislodge him by shaking her ass a bit but only found it was more uncomfortable and probably only helped him.

When he was out, Isabelle sank onto the bed in releif, feeling filthy with the juices in not only her sex now, but her asshole too. She heard something that sounded like metal and hoped it wasn't something like the crotch rope. She felt the first lash and cried out against her gag. She shook her head, wanting him to stop. It hurt so much, every lash causing more pain and stinging. Lashes on her back were worse as she felt it crash across her spine. She had hardly any fat on her back since her time in captivity had taken it off.

She was somewhat relieved that he went back to lashing her ass but felt blood rush her cheeks as she was embarrassed she even was thankful that someone whipped her somewhere else on her body.

When she was flipped onto her back, she groaned and gasped for air. She felt him attack her sex. It wasn't that he went in, but he lashed at it painfully. She felt more tears wet her blindfold from the stinging and the pain and groaned once again, unable to help it with the battered and bloody feeling she had gotten with all the sweat and cum on and in her.

She was thankful to be on her stomach again as her beaten back and ass were no longer being pressed into the sheets. When he shoved the crotch rope back on, she cried out in pain. The already ripped, stretched, whipped, and abraised sex was going to face another, more painful and harsh round of abrasions. When she felt him touching her face again, she pulled away. When the blindfold was off, Isabelle was thankful, but filled with hatred. She tried to move so she wasn't getting choked but the crotch rope didn't dig so deeply into her pounded sex. She felt her asshole throbbing and knew there was some blood there from being stretched and ripped from the boys shaft being forced in.

Isabelle shot daggers as the boy, breathing deeply. She was more aware of the breast ropes then more than ever, shifting to try and move them but failing and getting the crotch rope in a more uncomfortable position. She groaned in discomfort. She stopped moving, feeling everything dig into her more deeply causing the worst pain the ropes had yet, but not getting choked. She noticed her breasts seemed to be larger since the rope was squeezing them. The nipples clips hurt more that she thought about it. She stopped looking at her battered and broken body, closing her eyes as she tried to catch her breath again, not wanting to get punished for not looking at the boy but really not wanting to look at the boy.