1. The Devil's Pact, Hell Chronicles Chapter 9: Captured


    Date: 10/7/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Anal, Blowjob, Female/Female, Male/Female, Oral Sex, Rape, Sado-Masochism, Transvestite, Water Sports/Pissing, Author: mypenname3000, Rating: 65.2, Source: sexstories.com

    The Devil's Pact, The Hell Chronicles by mypenname3000 Copyright 2015 Chapter Nine: Captured Note: Thanks to b0b for beta reading this! Brandon Fitzsimmons – The Abyss “God-King,” Milly purred as she dragged in the auburn-haired Wendy. Wendy was a lovely woman, the face of a twenty-one-year old, a set of perky tits, and a plump ass. She had been founding hiding in the city two days ago. I wanted her for my personal harem. But the whore refused to submit to my will. “I bathed and perfumed her,” Milly smiled. “And shaved her bare, just the way you wanted, my Lord.” Milly was the fiercest of my personal harem, a fiery-haired beauty that had more balls than half the men that served me. She was lovely, her small breasts topped by pink nipples, her green eyes shining with excitement. “Why do you fight?” Hannah asked, the teen lounging on pillows, her budding breasts topped by hard nipples. Hannah's petulant face twisted with lust as Milly threw Wendy at my feet. “I resisted, but then I discovered the joys of directly serving the God-King. His harem is full of delights.” “Unless you want to go back to join the others whores,” Brenda giggled. She was a voluptuous beauty with a pair of huge tits. “Do you want to service our Lord's soldiers?” “I think she does,” my wife purred as she lounged beside me. “Why else does the whore resist? She must yearn to be taken over and over, her pussy and ass overflowing with cum. She wants to be fucked so many times until her holes are stretched and ...
    loose.” “I think so,” I grinned, standing up, my cock throbbing with the need to fuck her. Wendy looked up at me, hatred in her eyes. “Fuck you!” I hit her across the lips. She sprawled, blood trickling out of her mouth. “Why do you force me to hurt you?” I asked, kicking her in the stomach. She was like my ex-wives. “Maybe she's a sadist?” Milly asked, planting her heel on Wendy's back, keeping the whore from squirming away. A whip appeared in Milly's hand, drawn from the sea of power I possessed. The whip cracked, painting a red strip across Wendy's bubbly ass. She yelped. “She definitely enjoyed that,” giggled Hannah. “Whip the slut again, Milly.” Crack! Wendy‘s yelp of pain made my cock even harder. I was glad she kept refusing. It was so satisfying to break her. My wife, Emi, stood up, her black silks melting off her petite figure, her small, olive-toned breasts jiggling as she walked. The Japanese woman walked with all the regalia of a God-Queen as she seized Wendy's auburn hair, hauling her head up. Emi spat in her face. “You're a disgusting worm. You refuse to submit to justice. That's why we punish you.” “How's this justice?” Wendy demanded, tears staining her face. The whip cracked and she yelped. Milly giggled, a line of her juices trickling down her thighs. She kicked Wendy's thighs apart and let the whip crack on her naked pussy. Wendy howled in pain. Emi yanked Wendy's hair, pulling the whore's head to her pussy. Wendy's yowls were muffled. “Whip her again,” I ...
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