1. The Village 1: The Capture


    Date: 8/27/2015, Categories: BDSM, First Time, Masturbation, Author: catherine-belmont, Rating: 76, Source: xHamster

    her, this time slashing between the cheeks of her ass to beat the delicate bud between them. Two more hits with the flogger and she fell to the ground, her hands gripping her mound tightly, unable to believe the pain he had inflicted on her. &#034Now, no more stubborn temper tantrums, is that understood?&#034 He had spun her around, his eyes narrow and piercing, looking straight into hers. She could feel his breath on her face. His demeanor frightened her. &#034Yes, I do&#034 she sniffed. He threw her the ripped dress, allowing her some semblance of decency. The dress just barely covered her breasts, most of the buttons missing. One leg was uncovered almost to her crotch, the fabric torn and missing. Her underwear had long been discarded. He brought out some rope, dark brown, rough hemp rope. He picked up a length of old tree branch, about two inches wide, three feet long. It was still hard and sturdy. “Put your hands behind your head and turn your back to me. I wouldn’t tell you again or it’s the flogger again my little tiger.” Bella did as she was told, the pain in her bottom still a remembrance of her disobedience. She felt her hands pulled back, the stick placed under her armpits, her hands pulled slowly and painfully upward until the rope secured them tightly to the stick. She was turned around facing him, his green eyes again devouring her flesh. Her breasts were now thrust out prominently, the dress barely able to contain them. She was always proud of her breasts, ...
    they were bigger then most of the girls in the village and always drew second glances from the boys. When she was teasing her own sex, she often let her fingers gently pluck at her nipples. The pink tipped nipples would harden, the dark brown surrounding areola highlighting the pale skin of her breast. She knew from his eyes that he was not the type that would treat them so gently. She feared that. He helped her up onto his horse, him behind her. He held her tightly in front of him on his horse. Her buttocks stung as they continued their ride to where, she did not know. Her small frame was no match for his chiseled muscles. She relented to behaving but kept her eyes open to drink in every bit of the forest, every landmark she could memorize. She would not give in to this plight. The others who had been captured might, but she would never give up hope. The first opportunity that came along, she would be free. She would escape this capture and once again live in her village with her f****y. Wonder what her father and mother were thinking now? Her older b*****r had tried to catch up with her in the fields to no avail. She knew they were heartbroken and worried. Oh, she missed them so. Her heart fell as she thought of them. At that moment, she swore to see them again. The sun was setting and it appeared that the steeds became impatient, picking up there pace. They headed for a clump of trees in the distance attempting to beat the suns setting, the steeds galloping along until they ...
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