Thread: Scarlett's Biggest Fan (DeRe x glasspearls)

Scarlett's howls of pain shuddered through her petite frame and right down Chase's cock. He loved the feeling of flesh pressed hard on flesh, with his sweaty flabby bulk crushing down hard on her voluptuous body. She writhed and shrieked beneath him like an animal trying to escape from a trap. The tight, hot fit of her ass was like nothing he had ever experienced - and the pain it was causing Scarlett was like nothing she had every thought possible. He felt her bleeding, providing some little more lube for the cruel tearing penetration. The desecration of her body intoxicated him like some powerful drug. Never in her life had she afforded even the most intimate lover the right to put anything in her ass. Now it was being destroyed by a sadistic rapist in the most painful way possible. The tits she had teased the world with, and forced men to grovel to even get a look at, were now being ground into the rough concrete. Her tender, once-delicate nipples were grazed raw and crushed into the dirt - like her hope. As her cries rose to a crescendo the word Master! finally escaped Scarlett's juicy, drooling lips. It was like a magic button to Chase, prompting him to finally cum once more like a flood in her final ravaged hole. The orgasm was the best yet, probably the best of her life. The hot tight fit of her ass and her final broken wail sent a hot shock of pure pleasure right through him. After he had finally finished he slumped down on top, forcing her harder into the cold stones. Taking a few minutes to catch his breath, he ran his hot tongue across the Scarlett's exposed face, tasting salty tears and gritty makeup. Groaning and rasping, he hissed in her ear Now you're getting it bitch! But you only told me that because you thought it's what I wanted to hear. You gotta say it like you mean it. With that, Chase leaped up and grabbed one of her legs firmly, dragging her tit-first across the floor. He pulled down a bar from the ceiling, a long steel pole with two manacles at either end. It was designed to suspend someone from their wrists, but he pulled the chains right down to the ground and fastened them around her ankles. Grabbing the winch to the side he then lifted her upside-down into the air, her hair brushing against the ground as she swung just inches above it. Her legs were parted in a 'Y' fashion, her cunt completely exposed. Chase took a candle from a table, a stubby little thing an inch across by three inches long. He screwed it slowly into Scarlett's pussy, forcing it in about an inch deep. Lighting it with a flick of a zippo, he stood back to watch the flame burn. In about five minutes, he intoned coldly, the hot wax from that candle will start to run down over your clit and your pussylips. Probably even drip down on those tits of yours, hanging like they are. In about an hour - he paused to lick his lips - the flame will have burned low enough to ruin you forever as a woman. Casually he began to walk out of the room, taking a look back at the helpless hanging Scarlett. Forget about red carpets, about premieres, about Scarlett Johannsen. When I return you will truly know your place as a slave and address me genuinely. You will beg me to use you as I see fit, and know your name is nothing but slave. Just before he shut and door and left the room, he drawled I'm going for a shower, then something to eat. Might catch a little TV. You better hope I'm back before the hour's up, eh slut? His loud giggles were still ringing out after he left the bunker.