1. 55 Penny and rick pt6


    Date: 8/26/2015, Categories: BDSM, Hardcore, Author: alibodge, Rating: , Source: xHamster

    to her and said that “she was to be paid double if her bl**d dripped on the floor before she either orgasmed or passed out, was she game?” Her silent gagged nod affirmed she would try to hold out, finally he said, as he knew she now enjoyed it, he alone would hit at her pussy, just once and that would be the signal it was over, but he would not spare her. She nodded she understood, he removed her gag saying not to speak now but that she could scream as loudly as she wished it would be the spur they both needed, then to his apprentice he nodded and said he was to strike wherever he had struck. There was a crack the thong made the first mark, her body jerked with the stroke, it was followed by the cat, and a little uneven at first they soon settled to a smooth rhythm playing her like a drum skin in some awful symphony. With each stroke she gasped, soon louder more anguished sounds rent the air, the drum solo continued regular, consistent, relentless, harsh, both men warming to the task, her skin like fire now, the cat covering the single-tails welt perfectly, each stroke in a different place, covering torso and legs like some obscene rash as the marks spread. The woman`s voice reverberating from the walls of the old washhouse now, increasing to a full pitched scream, and fetching a satisfied smile to the Masters face, as her head slapped from side to side in a panic of agony. Droplets of bl**d showed now where successive cuts crossed. Beads of ...
    sweat mingling with the red to course in rivulets down her heaving flanks, as the drums kept beating, and her screams echoed round them, music to the masters ears, a single droplet fell from her shaking leg, and instantly the master true to his word, switched his aim making a last single uppercut to her crutch. The scream as it hit mingled with the sound of an almighty climax, and it was over, she hung limp in her bonds, the seed of both men dripping from her legs, rivulets of sweat and bl**d running down to the floor. The silence broken only by the crackle of burning logs, as they released her wrists and ankles. Slowly her senses returned. Her face wearing a soft smile that spoke of much needed release, of satisfaction, of joy, and of pride all mixed in one. She lay on the cold tiles, glad of their cooling properties on her burning skin, as the lad returned the spreader, the whips and the cuffs to their places, and the Master dressed. With a curt nod he placed two envelopes on the chair then silently left, they heard the car start, and he was gone. She laid on her back now, her whole body red as fire, as she stretched her arms out to him pulling him to her kissing him and whispering her thanks for this new high-spot in her life. Together now they managed to get to their feet and slowly stagger to the door, they each knew they would be back in this charnel house again soon, it was compulsive, it was a d**g, and it was now both their livelihoods.
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