1. The Circle Part 2: The Dark Truth


    Date: 2/1/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Bondage and restriction, Cruelty, Death, Rape, Slavery, Snuff, Written by women, Author: LaceyChains, Rating: 88.2, Source: sexstories.com

    sharpness of his command froze my heart and another sob rose in my belly. I would surely have cried again, if not for the angry, hate filled scream that rose from the girl next to me. "You fucking bastard!" she shouted with a poisonous venom that chilled me to my soul. "How dare you do this to me! To all of us! I'll never submit to this, do you hear me!" I turned and tried to back away from her. To this day, I clearly remember the loathing, deathlike hatred that haunted her in that moment. She was a beautiful black woman with noble eyes and she stood tall and proud despite her chains. She spit at Marco's feet and cursed him again. Standing there, chained to the rail, she held his implacable gaze fearlessly, as if she accepted that there was no horror beyond that which had already been visited upon her. Her strength was such that the rest of us drew courage from her defiance, and Marco grimaced as he saw it happening. Not understanding the horrible drama that was about to unfold, I looked from him to Circe to see how they might respond. Circe seemed only saddened by this dark woman's refusal. Marco too seemed deflated, and the baritone in his vice diminished, as if he, himself, was surrendering to the inevitable. "So, then Layla, you demand to be freed?" The girl stood her ground, fearlessly returning his gaze with an icy stare. "I would rather die than be used by men like you. Damn you to hell Marco! Damn you and your fucking Masters to hell!" Marco shook his head, as if he ...
    felt an honest regret. It was incredibly surreal and and when he gestured to his sister to unchain her from the rail, I actually held hope it might be real. Once freed from the collar's grip, the true price of her defiance became horribly clear. Layla looked as surprised as we all did as she rubbed the marks of her bondage from her neck. None of us knew yet what to say and an eerie calm settled that I knew would soon be followed by equally powerful demands from the rest of us. Before they could gain voice, Marco slapped her so hard she flew back and landed hard on the wooden deck. Layla was dazed but tried valiantly to rise. Before she could, Marco pounced. In an instant, he was standing over her and forcing her to her knees. Layla screamed with loathing hate, but when he tore her shift away, her body began wracking with terrified cries. Through her sobs, she cursed him with white-hot rage. Even as he forced her down to all fours and exposed his fully engorged erection, she refused to admit defeat. "You can do what you want, you asshole! You can rape my body and force yourself on me, but you will never break me! I swear I'll kill you one day, you fuck-- ahh!" I watched in horror as his hips lurched forward and her eyes grew wide in shock and rolled up in her head as he buried his massive cock deeply into her body. Marco gripped her hair in his fist, pulling her head back hard, just as he had done to me, leaving her unable to fight or resist. He fucked her hard, pushing that ...
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