1. Hot iron, cold steel


    Date: 7/15/2015, Categories: BDSM, Hardcore, Taboo, Author: lady-jen, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    Chained helplessly against the chamber’s wall, the smooth bare skin of her back restrained perilously close the razor sharp spikes, Blair felt her heartbeat quicken at the sight of those red hot branding irons heating in the flaming coals of the brazier, their glowing tips poised to rip long desperate screams of almost unimaginable torment from her lungs. Tearing her eyes away from the horror of those hot irons Blair suddenly noticed the heavy whip lying alone on a small table near the chamber’s entrance, its nine long braided leather tails each ending in a set of small, evil looking razor sharp blades. Staring at that whip Blair suddenly felt a delightfully terrifying sense of eager masochistic anticipation coursing through her mind as she imagined how this torturous night might unfold. Instinctively Blair realized that whip would be the torturer’s implement of choice, its heavy leather tails quickly covering her skin with ugly red welts, its sharp bladed tips making short work of what little clothing she wore as they painfully decorated her abused body with a thousand stinging cuts. Helpless to avoid the whip’s brutal caress she would helplessly endure it’s cruel attentions for long torturous hours, the torturer inflicting hundreds of powerful strokes that would painfully transform Blair’s smooth white skin into a bl**dy, welt covered mess. And yet, that long painful whipping was merely a small taste of the pain to come once the torturer cast aside that whip and took that ...
    first branding iron from the brazier’s flames. Deep down Blair knew that the long torturous hours that followed would easily surpass ever her darkest most primal masochistic fantasies. She already understood there was nothing she could say or offer to the torturer that would end her suffering, tonight there would be no safe words, no mercy, her only respite would come when the flames of the brazier eventually burned down and those fiendishly cruel irons grew cold. Ironically, the long hours of unspeakable suffering, all her desperate screams of agony served merely as darkly sadistic foreplay, as the torturer dropped the cold useless iron and pulled her roughly toward him, her toes leaving the floor, her back arching until it felt as if her straining shoulders were about to dislocate. Pulling her legs up around his waist the torturer quickly opened the front of his black leather pants, freeing his massive erect cock and took her, sheathing the full length of his shaft in the warm wet depths of her sex in one brutally powerful thrust. Instinctively Blair raised her knees up along the sides of the torturer’s ribcage in a desperate attempt to take more of his cock into the straining depths of her sex even as he cruelly dug his fingers into the bl**dy welts and burns that marked the cheeks of her ass, the intense pleasure and pain combining in what likely would be one of the most powerful orgasms of her life. Smiling beneath his face concealing black leather hood, the executioner ...
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