Crystalline and supple skin, slightly pink, probably aggravated by shyness. So like her, both in figure and face, I thought.
My eyes began to move inch by inch over her body: slim, shapely feet, toes curled from tension. The ankles were equally slim and delicate. Further up were calves, polished as jade, and thighs, long and delicate. Her hips were high and had a nice curve to her thighs, unlike the average girl who was more or less chelated in that area. And then there, with light brown hair, but not too thick.
It was hard for me to move my gaze upward again: flat belly, luscious shoulders, soft, boneless arms, the insides of which were bewilderingly white. Her high peaks were even more mesmerizing. That top is still pink, but not very full, with the youthfulness of a young girl. It rose and fell uncontrollably with rapid breathing, and trembled with nervousness. Her slender neck was also swallowing nervously and uncontrollably, and I could even see pale orchid-colored veins quivering there. A repeated long hair wrapped around it.
I reached out carefully, and she flinched in horror, but could not move a muscle, allowing me to pick up the repeated hair – still with the characteristic scent of a young girl’s body – which I slowly entwined around my fingers, and then my hand stroked down to her head. A large tear slipped out of her chubby eyes. Then more tears rolled out.
I gently kissed her in the ear and whispered, “I’ll take out what’s in your mouth, but you don’t scream. I’ll relax you, but you’ll do as you’re told. Okay?”
Perhaps surprised that I was so gentle, she froze for a moment and nodded hurriedly.
I pressed the rocker to loosen the straps that tightened her arms and legs and removed the gag from her mouth again. Her lips were pouty and full, a hint of saliva hanging from them. I couldn’t help but kiss them casually. She ducked her head and was held down, but I didn’t dare to force my tongue in, I just teased her lips, and after a while, she stopped struggling and apparently resigned herself to her fate. So I let go of her, stood up and brought my brother to her mouth, touching her lips. Her face turned red for a moment and her head ducked vigorously to the other side, almost tumbling off the bed.
So I pressed the rocker and she jerked and was pulled tight on the bed again.
Then both my hands went to her breasts and I rubbed them hard – they were so nice, smooth and full of elasticity. Her mouth dropped and she cried out, “Ah, ah, ah, ah”, a short, suppressed sound. But she didn’t beg, she knew it was useless.
I didn’t care, I pinched her nipple with my fingers, suddenly pulled upward hard and pinched again. She cried out, lifting her upper body as much as she could.
I let go of one hand and grabbed her hair and brought her mouth next to my dick. She still had her mouth tightly shut and her eyes closed as well. My hand on her breasts intensified and she finally opened her mouth and screamed, but didn’t give in.
Good. I’d be disappointed if she gave in now. This is just the beginning. I’m just making her nipples more sensitive.
I let go of her and don’t say a word. I won’t say a word until the girl is in position. She opens her eyes strangely, sees me lighting a large candle, and can’t help but mumble, “What are you doing, what are you doing?”
I didn’t even look at her. In a little while the candle oil had saved up enough, and with one hand I pressed down on her writhing shoulder, and the candle oil landed precisely on one of her nipples.
She began to scream and squirm over and over as more tears rolled out of her eyes. The red candle oil kept falling onto her breasts, her belly, her thighs and the insides of her arms. After a pause, I removed the congealed candle oil and then did it again. By the time it was over, she was shaking all over, tensing her muscles against the stimulation. I brought my dick to her mouth again, and she stopped avoiding it, her eyes full of fear and willingness to beg, but she still didn’t take it.
Very good. I carefully flipped her labia and found the tiny clitoris – and that’s when I froze: still a virgin. But it was better, I was a little turned on. She kept pleading “no, no, no”, but I poured candle oil all over her clitoris and between her labia. She snapped upwards and was pulled back onto the bed. A yelp escaped her lips, followed by a suppressed cry. I knew that it was the pain that was causing her whole body to tense up and suppress the vocalizations.
She waited almost three minutes before she collapsed on the bed gasping for air. With enough candle oil saved up again, I ignored her pleas for mercy and once again peeled back her pussy lips and came again, then again. I lit a cigarette and watched her flop around on the bed. By the time it subsided again, she was covered in sweat and a delectable teenage body odor began to fill the room.
I brought my dick to her mouth again, the cigarette in my hand dangling purposefully above her nipple. She huffed, hesitated, glanced at my cigarette and opened her mouth in an effort to lift her upper body. It was tactless, but exciting nonetheless. My dick was immediately aroused. I started to poke my dick into her mouth, she obviously didn’t understand and started to hide. I grabbed her by the hair to keep her honest. After a while, I pushed the shaker and released her arms and legs. She climbed up, as supporting her upper body to suck my cock was too tiring.
I simply lay down and slapped and pulled to get her to pick me up 69 style. She learned to do it while peeking at me. From time to time some water dripped onto my legs. It’s always the same. I ignored it, smoked, admired the virgin’s full, rosy mound, carefully controlling my desires.
Feeling my jock getting higher and higher, I reached over and pulled out a daisy stick from a small cabinet at the foot of my bed. This dildo was a bit special: it was wrapped in silicone on the outside, and the silicone layer hid a small connected sac. In the center was a thick copper wire braided with dozens of fine copper wires with a certain degree of elasticity, with a copper ball attached to that end, exposed outside the silicone.
I applied some lubricant to the outside of the dildo, then wrapped one hand around the girl’s tiny waist and with the other hand I thrust the dildo into her anus in one relentless motion.
The girl jumped up at once, and was again pinned down by me while I droned fiercely, “Don’t move.”
She really did not dare to move again, only loudly sobbed, while “ah, ah” moaned, twisting her head and buttocks, while with a sobbing voice kept saying: “What are you doing, what are you doing …… don’t ah! “
I’m good enough for you, I didn’t make the dildo bigger before I stuck it in. I muttered mentally, ignoring her, and pushed the dildo all the way to the head, the girl’s head tilted upwards, and with a long “ah” moan, her waist trembled under my hands. I knew that the dildo was hitting her uterus through the wall of her rectum. It was the first time her womb had been attacked.
You’re going to get it sooner rather than later. I said in my heart. While shoving the rebuttal into her anus and then twisting it tightly on the dildo, like a small umbrella-shaped rebuttal from the top of the girl’s anal dilatation muscle, and now unless someone else does it for her, this dildo can’t be taken off by herself. I then smoothly attached the daisy bar to a thin hose. Then released the girl. She fell limp on the bed at once, beads of sweat already hanging from her body.
I light another cigarette. Flipped the switch. The compressor hummed to life.
In the hose that connects the daisy bar, there is a thin wire that connects to the copper wire in the daisy bar. In addition, there is an inlet and outlet of two tubes, injecting hot oil into the center of the dildo, the flow of hot oil makes this dildo thicker and hotter, and the flow of hot oil pushes it to slowly rotate and wriggle. To put it bluntly, it’s an electrified man-made jock, but of course I haven’t electrified it yet.
Still, the girl screamed out in horror as she felt the daisy stick quickly grow larger. “What are you doing, what are you doing! While moaning, she reached for her anus. The dildo was braced against her rectum, and her stimulated anus clenched against the dildo, which was not something she could dial up on her own. One of her excessive movements caused the writhing daisy rod to push forcefully against her womb, so she let go with a start and slumped back onto the bed, crying out in despair.
I had finished a cigarette, the daisy stick was over 3 centimeters thick, and she was already a little short of breath. This is a natural reaction to having a foreign object in the anus pushing the diaphragm up. I equalized the pressure in and out of the two tubes and the daisy rod stopped growing. Then rolled her over. As soon as I moved, she ahhhhed.
Then I slowly stroked over her, enjoying the firm yet soft skin of a virgin, white and red, delicate and smooth, warm and with a little shiver, moist with sweat, the sweet scent of virginity stronger in the air.
I took my time kissing her, and she was so broken that she stopped struggling, except when I took her mouth, she let out a “hmmm”, twisted her head a little, and gave me her tongue honestly. She had learned that not cooperating was only worse.
I brought the jj back up to her mouth and she took her in with just one look at me, I grabbed her by the hair and started to do a deep throat, she held it up with both hands and let out some through bitter but slurred moans from time to time, really until I shot my first time and almost choked her to death.
Now, as she lay there quietly gasping for breath, the assault of the daisy-stick seeming to take hold, and me having ejaculated, she thought it was all over. In fact, it was only the beginning.
She looked at me in horror as I pulled her arms and legs tight again, not knowing what I was going to do. My fingers didn’t go between her pussy lips, which were already wet and slippery, and my fingers teased the opening of her vagina, causing her to squirm and tear up.
With an iron heart, I clamped an eppy clip with a wire attached to her clit. Waiting a moment to quiet her down a bit, I had her prop up her upper body, held her ass up, and aimed my rearing jock at her narrow cunt.
She knew the final moment had come inevitably. But not daring to resist, she closed her eyes. A big string of tears rolled down from the corner of her eyes. In fact, this outcome should have been clear to her when she was walking alone on the street late at night while being held hostage in my car.
I looked at her exquisitely unglamorous face-it was so much alike, and the thought made me unaccountably more excited, and I attacked it with a violent thrust.
Ear only heard a miserable scream, but I have no time to pay attention to other. I only felt half of the glans being tightly wrapped by the virgin’s wet and warm vagina, and the vaginal convulsions brought about by the tension and pain were even more wonderful.
After a short pause, I pushed harder into the force and there was another scream. This time the glans pushed against a soft membrane. I knew what it was, of course, and I carefully rubbed against it, in and out. The girl cried out, shaking. I whispered in in ear, “Remember, this is the last moment of your virginity.” Then I held her close and slowly put more pressure underneath until the membrane was crushed. The girl let out a long scream, her body spasming one at a time, rubbing and shaking in my arms, her face pale and sobbing.
I don’t even bother, hard, harder, all the wildness burst out. Until jj topped a warm soft wall, I breathed a sigh of relief, underneath the girl has long been unable to support the body, collapsed on the bed, slightly open small mouth, but almost can not scream, body because of the pain caused by the trembling has not subsided, still in my arms bouncing.
When I move, she screams and more tears roll out. Fingernails clawed off on the sheets.
I let out a deep breath and withdrew before slamming forward and rolling over that wall. Through the walls of my vagina, I could feel the massage of the hot stick of oil.
The girl was shaking in my arms like a leaf in the autumn wind, her mouth a mess of screams. I kept ramming and rolling over, she didn’t know what to do, how could she not move when she was going through something like this for the first time, but when she did, it brought even more pain.
As I moved, I looked for the opening of her cervix. It was easy to find. That was part of my intention in giving her the hot oil daisy stick. The uterus has a curvature in the girl’s body that is curved. Now the daisy stick straightens it out across the rectum, holding the cervical opening straight against the vagina. And the hot oil massage caused the virgin’s formerly tight cervical opening to open slightly. Now I’m on it, girl. With one short stroke and hard impact, I forced the huge glans into the cervix. A big wave traveled through the girl’s entire body. I pushed harder and slowly pushed in, a strange whimper escaped the girl’s mouth and her body began to convulse. I slowly pumped in and out of the cervix, mostly because it was so tight. The girl was sweating like crazy, her eyes were rolled up and she was already a little disoriented.
I backed the jj into my vagina and moved slowly, stroking her all the while, waiting for her to slow down a little, and then again. And then, one more time. Her vagina was a little short, and my long, thick jj almost filled her young womb.
The girl was completely out of it. It was like a watery wash all over her body, just gasping and trembling, her moans, sometimes strong, sometimes weak, were no longer audible.
First time, don’t go too far, I thought, so once again I ambled down and attacked the jj into her womb. After hesitating for a moment, I finally couldn’t resist the temptation and reached for the crank, the voltage stayed at 36V, I set the current at 3 amps, thought about it, and then set it at 2 amps. The frequency was set very low, 1.5 cycles per second. Well, once again looked at the girl underneath me, she didn’t yet know what was going to happen next. I flicked the switch down.
For a split second her whole body writhed outward and immediately curled up again, holding me tightly, her fingers gripping me painfully. The current led from the head of the daisy stick in her rectum to her clitoris, right through her uterus. With a scream, her uterus began to contract 1. 5 times per second, massaging my jj forcefully. an overwhelmingly wonderful wave of pleasure rushed through my head and then took over my will. I just felt my jj getting bigger and bigger, and after an unknown period of time, I finally leaked out.
It was a while before I slowed down and fell on top of the girl to catch my breath. Her whole body was still convulsing 1. 5 times per second, including her womb. When I turned the current off, she still hadn’t stopped and the bed was soaked.
I poked the jj out and a lot of blood came out and I could see that the sheets were light red in a big chunk under her bottom. “A little too much today”, I thought as I took off my jockstrap and poked my finger into her anus, she reacted a little and then brought out some feces. I thought to myself as I rinsed it off “no way, I’m afraid if I give another enema today it will kill her, next time.”
I gave her a shot and then slowly scrubbed and massaged her with warm water and eventually she relaxed and went into a coma. I hooked her up to an IV to reduce inflammation and replenish fluids, and immobilized her arms and legs in case she reacted in any way in her unconsciousness and hurt herself. Took one more look at her – what a resemblance. Then I turned off the lights and walked out of the basement.
It was a great weekend – I thought as I lay down alone: hopefully I’ll be able to cuddle her to sleep soon.
I’ve been a little distracted at work the last few days, and the girl keeps popping up in front of me. I obviously relaxed the supervision of the company’s business, I think a moment can not be out of the matter.
In the eyes of others, I am a successful medical equipment agent, an electromechanical engineer with occasional small designs – that’s what I majored in on my postgraduate diploma – as well as a strong interest in pharmacy and medicine. Usually quiet and refined, but also a bit of a loner, I seldom participate in social events or weekend gatherings among “young achievers”, and spend my free time either practicing sparring or hiding out in my remote villa to read or do some small design work. Those closer to me believe that I have not been able to get over the shock of the departure of my childhood sweetheart. They walked around introducing me to beautiful or talented girls, and I exchanged hard times in bed with a few of them. But the real interest was never known.
This girl I met while I was bored and driving around alone for a weekend, in a small suburban town two hundred and eighty kilometers away from the city that is known as a cosmopolitan city.
It was late at night, and that stretch of highway was surprisingly devoid of a single streetlight, and even emptier. When the girl suddenly entered the circle of light in front of my car, it startled me, and I just instinctively slammed on the brakes, thinking that I was hallucinating – the girl was so much like her.
In her hesitation the girl had run to the car and pulled the door open and poked her head in, and with a little hesitation got into the car and said to me timidly, “Can you drop me off somewhere where there are people? I’ll pay you for the ride.” I noted that she had just been crying, and I was afraid she wouldn’t have gotten into a stranger’s car like that if she hadn’t been walking alone on such a dark road. Of course, my appearance had allayed some of her suspicions, so much so that she wasn’t the least bit defensive when I later held the Corofan-soaked towel to her mouth and nose. The girl also chopped a new ID card with her name and date of birth: also surnamed Ouyang, Ouyang Xue, born June 5, 1983, not yet eighteen years old, the same birthday as her.
After the day’s training homework at the club and a quick shower, I drove to the soup store and thought for a moment about asking for a pigeon with angelica as I did yesterday, thinking that she wouldn’t necessarily like turtle or something.
The back of the car was in normal condition. I plopped on the elevated, stepped on the gas, and eased the car into the garage a half hour later.
This villa was built back when it was still possible to have a private enclosure, and I used the money from my first bucket of gold to conceal it from everyone. It was meant to be a surprise for her, but she finally couldn’t stand the lack of luxury, so she let the land lie fallow for three years before I designed and built my own castle. But not much is known about this castle, and it is generally assumed that I live in an apartment in the city, and if I’m not in my apartment in the middle of the night, then it’s in the middle of a perfectly normal one-night stand.
Parking the car, I went to see her first. The basement where she was kept was designed by me personally, even the walls were padded with sponge and wrapped in waterproof silk, the main area was occupied by a sadistic bed and a half-meter-deep temperature-controlled sink, whose function had already been demonstrated on the first night. In the corner of the room was a squatting commode, and various washing and irrigation utensils were all attached to the bed. Next to it was a rubberized cabinet containing various tools. There were some mats and towel quilts littered everywhere. She was still sleeping on the abusive bed covered with a towel quilt. The first few days I always had no pity for the sedative. It was necessary.
It was still early, so I added a cut of wild ginseng to the angelica pigeon soup and continued to simmer it over low heat, watching a disk before getting dinner ready. Simply fried four eggs, salmon fillets just take out of the refrigerator to tear off the packaging, and then pour the ice on the plate, two small slices of pork chops in the microwave at the same time, and then I tossed a plate of fruit salad. With bread and butter and cheese and orange juice and caviar and whatnot, an oversized tray went into her house. And I changed into a white toweled bathrobe myself.
The girl had woken up, huddled at the foot of the bed in her white toweled cheesy clothes, a little tear-stained at the corners of her eyes, but not crying – it was the third day and she couldn’t keep crying. She visibly shivered when she saw me come in.
I set the soup, a glass of orange juice, two fried eggs, a slice of pork chop, and a plate of salad in front of him, mixing the mustard for her, then picking up a slice of bread and slowly slathering it with thick caviar and handing it over, saying simply, “Eat.” And then my own, butter and cheese and pork chops all sandwiched into the bread, the caviar spooned straight into my mouth. Suddenly I wondered to myself, and said to her in passing, “Actually, one of the great pleasures of eating caviar is that the roe breaks up in your mouth, so you should spoon it into your mouth and eat it, it’s a shame to spread it on the bread – but of course you can eat it any way you want, as much as you want.”
She stopped to look at the bread in her hand, not knowing what to do. Hearing the last words, hesitating, “You let me go. I won’t say anything to anyone.”
I ate slowly and after a while pushed away the empty plate and lit a cigarette. “Let me make a deal with you. I can’t let you go right now, but as long as you do as you’re told, you won’t be harmed in any way, and in a year’s time, I’ll pay you a large sum of money. You figure out how much you want.”
“I don’t want the money, and I won’t tell anyone, so just leave me alone.”
“It was the first time that day, and girls always love to sin the first time. With someone else you’re no better.” I was coaxing her.
She shook her head. I also no longer say anything, carefully look at the girl in front of me. Due to crying too much, her eyes were swollen and she looked haggard, but her skin was no longer pale and had regained its original luster, vaguely pink underneath the white and delicate surface. In the end, that night did not constitute any substantial damage to her, just a little too intense. After all, is a young girl, quickly recovered.
Her salad finished, I rattled the omelette I’d left on her plate, re-mixed it in the kitchen, and returned to the basement to hand it to her in silence. She carefully asked, “Is it like …… that night all year?”
“That depends on whether you’re obedient or not. If you’re obedient, you might be comfortable too. You know girls get comfortable with this kind of thing too.” I don’t think she would be clear on the difference between normal sex and SM.
“So, you’re really letting me go after a year?”
“If you’re willing to go when the time comes. It’s the sort of thing that a man would certainly like to enjoy a few more for a change. I’ll also give you a large sum of money, enough to last you half a lifetime.”
She lowered her head, “I was so scared. I almost died that …… day. As long as you don’t make me hurt so much again, I ……” She saw my gaze and suddenly realized that it wasn’t even up for discussion. Just, more or less, I gave her a hope.
I lifted my chin, “Drink up the soup, you need to get well. You can suffer a lot less if you’re obedient.” When she had finished her soup, I pressed her slowly to the carpet, and this time, dutifully and without much resistance, she began to suck my cock at my behest. But being tactless, she was unlikely to make me cum, so after ten minutes I began to attack her pussy.
The second entry was still very tight and dry. I pushed in half a dozen times at first, she was frowning and sweating underneath me and scratching my back, and I still only got one glans in. There was no other way, I brought lubricant to enter smoothly. But a touch of word cervix, her reaction to the big pay me unexpected, almost to pass out in pain look, I had to bite my teeth and dial out – perhaps that day on her uterus damage to the big unexpected, not yet good.
She lay there trembling, gasping for breath, and crying out with a full heart.
I wasn’t going to be shy about it, but more than that, I didn’t want to hurt or even kill her, then there would be no fun. I sighed and took the vaginal dilator and told her in a no-nonsense way, “Open your legs and don’t move, I’m going to see if you’ve got any injuries in there – if you do, we’re not going to do it today.”
She blushed, even her breasts, and closed her eyes and turned her head away, but opened her legs. The entry of the dilator made her grunt and I spread it carefully and turned on my flashlight to look inside.
Her vagina was very bare, and there were only a few small cuts when I looked carefully. Even if she had torn her vagina that night, she had almost recovered in three days. This made me more than satisfied. While the cuts in her vagina would enhance her pain during intercourse, they would also create inflammation, and there were more than a few things I could do to enhance her pain.
I got another speculum and poked it into her uterus, ignoring her struggles and cries of pain, the thin speculum soon entered the cervix. I pushed inward as I watched.
It was true that her uterus was still not well, not yet eighteen years old, her uterus was still a little too tender and not strong enough to repair itself. There were still a lot of bleeding spots on the inner wall of the cervix, and inside the uterus was even worse, with a large area of the mucous membrane almost completely damaged, presumably left behind by my huge glans when her uterus repeatedly contracted under the electric shock.
She was nervous, tensing her whole body, any little movement was enough to make her bite her lips and grunt. Her body was already covered in fine beads of sweat, and with her whole body pink with shame, it was a glorious sight to behold.
This was too much for me to contain myself, pulled the enema over and flipped her over, and before she realized what was going on, had inserted the hose into her anus, set the water temperature to 50 degrees and started injecting.
She screamed and then kept begging, “No no no, leave me alone, no.”
I whispered slowly in my ear, “So you want me to fuck you in front? Your uterus hasn’t healed yet, but look I can’t help it already – don’t be nervous, I’m actually just washing you inside.”
“Inside?” She didn’t quite understand.
“Yes, in fact, the enema is also for your own good, so that in a while to fuck your back …… is your anus, you don’t hurt so much.” ”Do not ah, do not ah.” A girl for the first time to understand the “backdoor” is always soulful. “I, I, I’ll help you use your mouth. I can’t stand it.” She couldn’t help but cry out.
I put my dick up to her mouth and smiled wickedly. “Okay, so let’s make a deal oh. I’ll stop when you make me cum. I hope you’ve already studied the disk you’ve been given for the past two days oh.”
She cried and looked at my dick for a moment before taking it into her mouth, but didn’t know what to do.
“Ugh.” I sighed, it seems that she really didn’t study. Only a little bit to guide her, how to use the tongue, how to use the lips, and then …… how to do deep throat. The enema liquid that was constantly and slowly injected in the back made her extraordinarily cooperative. I also took the opportunity to do her “ideological work”: “How do you this will not, this is every woman to do for their husbands or boyfriends, back to look at the disk, and then on the Internet you will understand, women well …… to learn to enjoy these things. Learn to enjoy these things.” I don’t know if she listened to it, but slowly fell some skills. Just when I was comfortable, she suddenly spit out my jj, moaning, “ah …… ah …… I’m dying, so hard ah, stop, stop.”
She couldn’t hold out any longer, I looked at the counter and it had gone in 4500 cc’s, her tiny waist was now bulging like she was eight months pregnant. I stopped the enema and she moaned impatiently as she flopped from side to side on the bed. From time to time, she threw pleading glances at me.
I pretended to hesitate for a moment before I said, “Okay then, I’ll give you one more chance to drain your stomach and then we’ll refill it. While you’re filling you’ll suck my cock again. If it doesn’t work this time, I’ll fuck you in the back.”
She was scared to death to hear that she had to do it again. I was indifferent: “What, or let my dick in now?” I pointed to Ondo’s erect jj. she immediately shook her head, “One more time, one more time, ah I can’t take it.”
I laughed and carried her to the nearby squatting pit and pulled out the hose, she shivered and blushed and looked at me watching her, but she couldn’t hold back her urge to poop, and squirted out the water in her belly with a loud bang. After almost a minute of squirting, her tiny waist returned to its original shape and she collapsed to the side. I slowly rinsed her, she was unable to avoid, rinsed clean, I re-carry her back to the bed, the hose into the anus. Then lay down myself.
She was self-conscious enough to start sucking my cock again. However, I still didn’t cum before she reached the limit of her endurance. She finally cried out and collapsed helplessly to the side, pleading uncontrollably, “Let me go, let me go, I can’t stand it.”
I teased her, “Do you want to do it again?”
She shook her head feebly, already knowing that being “fucked in the back” was inevitable.
I let her finish draining the enema and rinsed her out again, my fingers moving in and out of her anus and vagina, picking and pinching. She lay there helplessly at my mercy, moaning uncontrollably, but no longer daring to resist. Only when I pushed my goose egg-sized glans against her anus, she shuddered uncontrollably and let out a great sob, “You’re not human.” In retaliation for that statement, I slammed the glans up to the ask and the matter, and the whole thing went into her ass hole, and she let out a cry of anguish. Her hands couldn’t support her upper body and she fell onto her back. I pulled her by her hair and made her look up, “Listen to me, you are not to disobey me in any way here or I will make you worse than you were last time. You could have been a little more comfortable tonight, like a little lube for you, but it looks like you’ll have to learn a lesson.” After saying that I slammed my jj in again and started thrusting like crazy. At first she screamed “ah, ah” with each thrust, but soon she could not scream, and a stream of red blood flowed out of her anus. Thinking it wasn’t enough, I opened up a few of the jumping eggs and shoved them into her vagina, torturing her to death.
That couldn’t be so easy to let her go, and while I felt like I was going to cum, I dialed it up and tied her up on her back, knocking her feet up high. She didn’t have the strength to resist at all, except to gasp for air. By the time she got her breath back, I was basically at the end of a cigarette, and my dick had slowed down.
I rubbed her breasts harder, teasing the girl’s crystalline nipples, “It hurts to fuck back there doesn’t it?”
She nodded sharply.
“So fuck the front?”
She shook her head sharply.
“You cursed me, can’t just let it go. Let’s do it this way, the injury of your uterus is not yet healed, and the back said that it hurts ……” The words just finished my whip in the middle of her thighs, she was not able to defend herself, and she screamed and almost lifted off the house, and her two legs tried hard to clip up, but it was useless.
When she quieted down, I gave her another whip. After three lashes, I tweaked her vulva with the shaft of the whip and asked absently, “I’ll give you a choice, do you want me to fuck you back there, or do I want to whip you some more?”
“I, I …… won’t dare again, I’ll do whatever you tell me.” She understood.
“That’s true, but you’re still going to be punished this time. Either I whip you five more times, or I fuck you back there until I cum, you pick.” I rubbed the shaft of my whipless carefully against her clit, which was still very small there.
“I’m begging you, I’m begging you, don’t, leave me alone.” She cried one after another. Alas, women just can’t grasp the point, will I let you go? “How about this, I’ll help you choose, one more whip.” After saying that I pulled her large and small labia with clamps to both sides, revealing the tender flesh inside, not waiting to hit, just the tip of the nine-pronged whip gesticulated, the leather strips scratched there, she had already screamed, “Fuck me back, fuck me back, don’t hit it!”
I still gave her a casual lash “so you’ll remember.” After the beating and ignoring the fact that she was shaking in pain, I rolled her over again and thrust hard into her ass hole. That night, by the time I got off of her, she was in a semi-conscious state again.
The anal injury was severe but only affected her sitting and lying down. It was the recovery of her uterus that I was worried about, so I even gave her progesterone. Well, when I got back today the tests have been all normal and I can enjoy it again.
Although it has been a week, but in front of me naked she is still very shy, when I use my hand picking to inspect her girl’s private parts, she is even more nervous trembling, body blushing. Hey, this really put me in a happy mood. I shoved a special shock egg right into her womb, then pulled her out of the basement for the first time and pushed her into the kitchen, “I used to do all the cooking, today it’s my turn to enjoy myself.” He went out into the hall to drink and listen to a DVD.
After listening to one disk, I pushed open the door directly to the balcony attached to the kitchen, and sure enough the girl collapsed there, moaning and holding the small of her back, her lower body already oozing water that had already wet the floor a small piece. I smiled and went up and picked her up and went back into the room, feeding her some water for a while before she came back to her senses.
I laughed and squeezed her as I said, “Trying to run? That’s what you get as soon as you get out the door. Tell me, what’s your punishment?”
She did understand, and gasped and asked weakly, “What did you put in my …… me?”
“Where’s the face?”
“Inside my, my uterus!”
I don’t intend to hide it from her: “It’s actually quite simple, what I inserted into your uterus is a vibrating egg, if it receives the “off” signal from the house’s vibrator, nothing will happen, if it doesn’t receive the signal, it will vibrate and send out electric shocks. So as soon as you leave the house, you can never take a step again. As for getting rid of this invisible shackle on your own – I’ve never heard of a girl being able to get it out of her uterus on her own, though.” She buried her head helplessly in her arms and cried.
I didn’t let her off the hook in the slightest, “Tell me, how do I punish you?”
“What do you want? Let me off the hook? Just do me a favor.” It’s so pathetic.
I pressed her down onto the couch while I got her to suck first while poking around in her cunt with one of the shrinks, and after a while, casually shoved a large man-made electric jock hard into her anus to turn the switch on, and then pushed the glans up against her pussy.
Originally, after almost an hour of shock egg torture, a lot of water, plus the shrinking device to get several times, her vagina is both sensitive and narrow, at the beginning of her pain, but long ago she was unable to struggle, tightly frowned, moaning and begging, the body of the beads of sweat constantly out of the body, thighs and belly trembling to make me feel very exciting.
But I wasn’t in a hurry to make a strong attack. I pushed in a little and asked with a smile, “Where are you now? Say!”
She doesn’t say anything, just tenses her muscles as I attack one at a time.
I reached down and touched her pussy, and with all my might I stuck my index and middle fingers in hard as well. Her shrunken cunt couldn’t accommodate this, and she screamed out, scratching my shoulders, and I pressed my thumb on her clit again, and the middle finger of my index finger gouged upwards, pinching and twisting it, and she struggled with her legs, tossing her head from side to side, and opening her mouth wide to try and beg for forgiveness, and letting out an uncontrollable moan instead.
“Beg for mercy, beg for mercy.” I tease her as I squeeze harder.
“Spare …… me.” She could not easily say these words in. I gave it one more sharp squeeze before letting it go open, slowly pulling my finger out and poking my jock in again, “Say, where did it go?”
She dared not resist any longer, “To …… the head.”
“To the end, no, it can go further.” I grabbed her breasts and pressed down on her, and pushed my dick further forward. She opened her mouth wide and couldn’t scream, waiting for me to withdraw a little before weakly answering, “Top. Top to the cervix, just now …… into the uterus.”
“But my dick isn’t all the way in yet, is it? How about I push it into your uterus?”
“Don’t. Ah …… don’t.” She still had that vibrating egg in her uterus that my dick could already feel, and she could certainly feel this inside and out.
“Then you have to answer honestly what I ask you.” I intend to take this moment to feel out where she’s coming from. She immediately nodded her head with great effort.
“Where is your home?” The sudden question about her home left her unprepared.
“I …… I ……” The girl’s self-defense prevented her from answering right away, but my dick immediately made her decision, “My family is in H city. Ah ……”
“H City? Which why did I run into you in S City? Isn’t your student ID from University Z in H City? Speak!” Accompanying the last word was a powerful impact.
She immediately stomped on both legs and replied, “I’ll go, I’ll go find an online friend.”
“Speak!” I prodded her at the same time with my movements, not allowing her time to think.
“I said I said, you stop stabbing. My father has a strange disease, it takes half a million dollars to be cured, there is a netizen who said that he could help me, and I ended up sneaking off to find him, and he ……”
“He doesn’t have any money at all and wants you to have sex does he?” I happily poked her a little harder – finally finding a breakthrough. To conquer a girl and make her willingly be ravaged and abused by you, apart from controlling her physically, it’s more important to occupy her mentally, to see her trying to restrain her shyness and pain to cater to you, that’s the double satisfaction mentally and physically.
I pulled my jock out a bit to calm and level her off a bit and tried to use a gentle tone, “You love your mom and dad a lot don’t you?”
She looked at me with wide, tearful eyes, her panting still softly undulating her exquisite breasts and shoulders, a strand of sweat-soaked hair tangled around her white neck. I pushed hard, and her body jerked, “ah” screamed out.
I relaxed again. Slowly thrusting, “I’ll give you a million dollars if you stay with me for a year. I promise I won’t really hurt you. You see, in fact, whenever you get a little hurt, I’m very careful to heal you. I promise you’ll still be as young and beautiful a year from now.”
“A year ……” It was her instinctive reaction to answer so at this time. What kind of day is this, a year ……
“Of course, now you’ll be a little uncomfortable when we first start, I’m actually still very civilized and won’t keep making it so hard for you, it’s just that at first I have to make you understand that you can’t resist me.” I said as I delicately played with her crystal smooth tits.
“A year ……” Her gaze darkened at the thought of a year of this, and tears welled up.
“Think of your father. You can save her. Otherwise where would you go to earn a million dollars a year. And …… you don’t have a choice, just take the initiative and cooperate with me to earn a million dollars. If you resist …… “I sat my waist down hard and stabbed my JJ straight to the bottom, making her flutter for a while. Only then did she gasp and look at me, “You mean what you say?”
“A million dollars is nothing to me, as you can see, I’m rich.” I think the lavish decorations in the villa would convince her of that, my villa is in true ancient Roman style. “I can give you more if you make me happy.”
“Would you lie to me?”
I stopped thrusting and pretended to think for a moment, “How about this, your father also needs money right away for his treatment, I can send half a million dollars to your family first, and if you’re obedient, I’ll give you the other half a million a year later.” Her eyes brightened up at once.
I continue to seduce her, “I can help you do a suspension procedure, a year later you continue to go back to school, as if nothing has happened, but you earn a million dollars it! Of course, if you don’t listen, I can also send the video ah, photo ah of the two of us to your school and home, so that your mom and dad can see ……”
“Don’t! If you really give me a million dollars, I will promise you whatever you want.” Her face paled and she bit her lips, “But you have to send money to my family …… five hundred thousand dollars right away.”
“Come on. Be a good girl and fuck me this time and I’ll mail it tomorrow.” I hugged her tighter again, my waist pushing downward. This time she made a gentle but determined effort to meet me, even as I turned on the vibrator to fuck her, she moaned loudly and bit her lip again, but didn’t utter a word to beg for mercy. When I came, she shivered all over as if she’d been washed.
I carried her into the sink and delicately rubbed and washed her whole body. Even though it had been like this every day for the past few days, the girl was still blushing all over with shame. But she began to cooperate, when I put my hand on her lower body, she would slightly open her legs instead of instinctively clenching them as she originally did, when I kneaded her puffy breasts, she just slightly scrunched up her breasts instead of wriggling away as she originally did……. Turned off the lights and held her in my arms as she lay down on the big, fluffy bed, the girl shivering slightly, soft and rapid breathing, her arms warm and soft. She seems to have never fallen asleep, and I quickly fell asleep.
The next day was the weekend, so waking up to “Early K” in the morning was a must.