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Thread: Third Girl from the Left (samanthab and CindyHarrison)

RE Third Girl from the Left samanthab and dangerousdanielle2 The chair was making creaking noises with all the struggling the girl was doing. Rebecca was impressed....with all the torture she put her through she was impressed that her captive still had this much fire in her. She still needed to keep confusing her slave's mind and body, to keep a mixture of pain and pleasure going. Rebecca climbed up on the chair and proceeded to nibble on her pussy lips then started finger fucking her, first with one finger then with 2. In and out she rapidly pumped her.... You cum for me a few times, she whispered....and maybe.....just maybe I'll consider pulling out your anal hook....
Thread: Third Girl from the Left (samanthab and CindyHarrison)

RE Third Girl from the Left samanthab and dangerousdanielle2 Tara moaned loudly and her back arched as Rebecca climbed on top of her and began to nibble her pussy lips. She was a panting sweaty mess and so so exhausted, but still she fought, trying to shake her midriff and waist, hoping maybe to throw Rebecca off, but the leather strap around her waist bit in too tight and and she could do is grunt with effort, even the slight movement down there was just jostling the anal hook inside her. The hook had stopped hurting her and to Tara's horror she found that the movements inside actually felt very pleasurable. When the hook gave a particularly strong jerk inside her she gasped and arched her back as she squirted a bit. Her chest rose and fell in great heaving breaths and her eyes widened knowing Rebecca's head was right next to her pussy and surely she would have seen it...but...but she didnt seem to have. She was talking now, talking to Tara, demanding more orgasms from her, Rebecca's finger's thrust into her tender pussy and Tara's toes curled in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Pheph, she gasped out around the gag. O ore, pheph, o ore...iphreph! She was sobbing as she said it. Pleading with Rebecca to stop, even calling her Mistress.
Thread: Third Girl from the Left (samanthab and CindyHarrison)

RE Third Girl from the Left samanthab and dangerousdanielle2 Rebecca grinned, bringing her head up from between the girl's bound outstretched thighs. A deal's a deal, she said, reaching below to pull out the hook from the girl's ass, then untying the other end from her collar. The truth was, she had other plans for the girl and she needed time for her tender ass to heal. She reached up with one haqnd to twist and pull on the girl's nipples at the same time masturbating her even faster. It wasn't long before the girl was panting and gasping. As soon as she came, Rebecca drained her dry, sucking every drop out of her. I'm gonna force you to have so many orgasms your'e gonna pass out, she promised.....she loved watching the captive struggle, watching her tits sway and jiggle.....yeah, she had plans for those as well......
Thread: Third Girl from the Left (samanthab and CindyHarrison)

RE Third Girl from the Left samanthab and dangerousdanielle2 The hook came out of her ass roughly and Tara squealed as she came just from that, her juices squirting across the floor. Her damo hair clung to her face ans she panted and moaned, turning her head away from the other woman. She felt Rebecca's fingers fiddling with the cord tied on her collar that was connected to the hook. Tara shivered and tried to pull her head away from the other woman's fingers. She closed her eyes, hoping it was over. Her respite wasnt long, she felt Rebecca twist and pull her nipples as she then plunged three fiungers into her burning pussy. Tara gagged and twisted again, throwing herself at her bonds, desperate to escape. She started twisting her hands in the ropes and she felt one of them give a little. She let out a gasp and twisted that hand more. She winced as the rope bit into her flesh trying to hold her. She winced but kept working at it even as she felt another orgasm coming on. Tara tried to fight it tried to hold it back but Rebecca was too much, she was an overwhelming force and knew what spots to manipulate to get the right response from Tara's body. It happened just as she pulled her hand free. Her orgasm tore through her as her hand slipped the rope. She lost control of her senses, it was a pleasure overload.
Thread: Third Girl from the Left (samanthab and CindyHarrison)

RE Third Girl from the Left samanthab and dangerousdanielle2 Rebecca forced the girl to cum 4 more times. By then she was limp...even though her hands were now free she still had a waist strap on and ankles bound. Rebecca got up, went to the front of the gyno chair and grabbed the girl's wrists. I was hoping you would finally submit to me by now, she said, obviously angry. I made you cum multiple times to show I can give just as much pleasure as I can inflict pain.... As she spoke she took a set of handcuffs and secured the girl's hands behind her back. Very well, if that's the way you want to be treated, I'm more than happy to oblige, she said, shaking her head. The truth was, she was hoping the slave would willingly submit by now...she had plans on showing her off but it was obvious those plans would have to wait. It appears that pain seems to be what you want, she continued as she gradually undid the restraints and dragged the girl by the cuffs toward the center of the room. Taking rope hanging from the ceiling on pulleys, she tied the rope with slipknots around the base of the girl's tits and slowly pulled until once again the captive was suspended, hanging by her tits. The last time she did this she made sure the girl's feet touched the floor but not this time....now she was swinging free, her feet 6 inches off the floor, hands cuffed behind her. It won't take long before those gorgeous boobs of yours swell, turn color and become very painful, Rebecca said....remember...this is the way you apparently wish to be treated, or else you would not have attempted escape....yes, I saw your hands loose in the gyno chair. The woman took a whip and began to strike the swaying and gagged girl.....
Thread: Third Girl from the Left (samanthab and CindyHarrison)

RE Third Girl from the Left samanthab and dangerousdanielle2 Tara couldnt feel her pussy, it had gone numb, a small relief because now it wasnt burning and in pain, but she was out of strength, her free hand hung down and with a great will of effort she was able to lift it to her chest but she just didnt have the strength to lift it to her other hand to free it as well. HEr mind, like her pussy was numb as well. So much pleasure and pain had run through her body she was having a hard time processing it all. She let out a small whimper around the gag in her mouth. It was then that Rebecca took hold of both her wrists and unstrapping her from the chair, dragged her off and onto the floor. Tara had no strength to walk and so was dragged along the floor, her stomach and breasts scraping painfully across the concrete. She listened to Rebecca rant about showing her pleasure but how Tara only seemed to respond to pain. Tara shook her head as her hands were cuffed behind her back. Once they reached the center of the room Rebecca dropped her, Tara tried to stand but couldnt. Once more her tits were bound in that tortorous slip not. Oooo! Tara screamed out, shaking her head harder. Pheaph ooo! She tried pleading. The rope was pulled tight and then taking a crank Rebecca began turning it and Tara was lifted off the ground by her tits. She screamed in agony as her feet left the ground and she twitched and kicked out. It felt like her breasts were about to be pulled off and tears and snot ran down her face, mixing with her drool as she cried out. Phorry, pheaph, pheaph Miphreph, pheaph, horhioh eee! she squealed out, begging for forgiveness. Anyphin, I o anyphin. she would submit, she would if it would stop the pain. Then she felt the whip crack against her skin and she screamed out louder.
Thread: Third Girl from the Left (samanthab and CindyHarrison)

RE Third Girl from the Left samanthab and dangerousdanielle2 Damn it slave!, Rebecca yelled as she struck with the whip, leaving angry red streaks across the girl's belly. Why won't you just submit to me and be my willing slave? 'WHACK!' 'WHACK!' 'WHACK!' I had such beautiful plans for those delicious boobs of yours....but now I have to torture you... 'WHACK!' 'WHACK!' Rebecca made no attempt to hide her dissapointment. She wasn't angry but she was hoping by now her captive would capitulate. In her domineering mind, Rebecca just couldn't understand why this girl would rather resist than accept a life of sexual slavery. She slowly walked around the girl, hands gently carressing her fine round ass cheeks. Like the rest of the girl's body, she had such erotic plans for these as well. Oh well, if this is her choice.... 'WHACK!' the whip made contact with her right ass cheek..... 'WHACK!' now she was struck on the left.....the girl swayed back and forth from the blows as she struggled, her magnificent tits by now had turned a light shade of purple and swollen. Blow after blow followed until the girl looked like a crimson zebra. Finally Rebecca sighed and put away the whip. I want you to remember how many times I ate you, she said, walking around the swaying body. I want you to remember how many times I kissed you and tried to be kind to you.....you don't respond to kindness so this is the only way you wish to be treated, I guess. She let the girl down and watched as she flopped to the floor. Leaving the handcuffs on, she undid the cords around her tits and rummaged through a cabinet, finally bringing something over to the almost comatose girl. They looked simply like 2 black plastic zip ties....Rebecca put the straps around each of the girl's tits and pulled tightly, tight enough that they couldn't slip off. She attached small padlocks on each one, making it impossible to remove without the key. Now watch what happens when I do THIS, she said, taking out her smart phone and hit an app. The bands shocked the girl, sending jolts of electricity through the girl's breasts. Rebecca took the gag out of her mouth and let her lay on the floor for a while.....
Thread: Third Girl from the Left (samanthab and CindyHarrison)

RE Third Girl from the Left samanthab and dangerousdanielle2 It was torture, each strike brought more screams and more ramblings and begging for forgiveness behind the gag. Her body was a mass of welts and pain. Tears flowed freely and Tara would have said and done anything to make it stop. She tried to signal to Rebecca that she would be good, that she would obey but the other woman was screaming now, accusing her of being ungrateful. She reminded her of all the orgasms she had received. Tara nodded her head, eager to agree, to be set free. She would serve, she wouldnt run, wouldnt try. It was what was best, she knew that now. Pheph iphreph! she tried to cry out. Pheph, I orry! She sobbed as the blows kept landing. then they stopped, Tara's breathing was shallow, her body a mass of pain and her eyes closed. She heard a metalic clank and she dropped to the ground. Her body crumbling as it his the concrete. She let out a moan of pain and tried to rise to her knees, she would kiss her Mistresses feet and beg forgiveness if she could. But she could barely walk. Tara had no strength when she was flipped over and the plastic looking ties where pulled tight around the base of her breasts and locked on. She couldnt even scream anymore she just moaned in pain. Her eyes fluttered open just as the app was hit and her body jerked and spasmed. The screams died in her throat, as her legs kicked and twitched. Then the ball gag was out, now was her chance. With a great deal of effort Tara rolled onto her stomach and crawled the few feet to Rabecca. She pressed her lips to her Mistresses feet. Your slave is sorry for her behavior Mistress, please forgive her stupidity. She was broken, and she realized she truely meant what she said. It was right. Rebecca was the Mistress. Slave will do its best to serve Mistress from now on, she said quietly between kisses.
Thread: Despoiled at Court (AlluringEnigma x jennica enslaved)

The noise of the crowd was almost deafening. Or it would have been, except for the voice in her head that kept slipping in front and almost casually demanding her attention. Keeeeeep licking, she said again and the princess dared not ignore it. She could still feel tinges from the last round of shocks. Her tongue continued to plunge between the folds of the hanging woman, circling, circling and dipping inward. The taste competed in Varisannas mind with the feel of the layers of metal on her neck as she bent in to her work. Oh, you do seem to be enjoying it. Is that because she is sweet,or because she is so good? The princess trembled, feeling Riannas tongue find purchase deeper inside her slit, sweeping. Her breasts rubbed along and against her flesh again and again and they moved gradually up and down. I see several young merchants who might make a fine profit on such a princess, or shall we stop and drop you both by the brothels a day or two? Tears streaked Varisannas long face as she heard the mocking words, along with the gasps and even some hungry jeers from the crowds. Somewhere on the little scaffold above, a mounted bowl filled and lifted, letting its sticky syrupy contents spill slowly down along the princess cleavage and between the two twisting, bouncing captives. She could smell it, even feel it as it gathered between her breasts and slid slowly on down again even to her sex and the witchs now busy mouth attending it. It was honey and herbs and things she could not place that made it thick and oily. She couldnt appreciate in her busy posture how it made her skin glisten where it rolled and spattered, but the scent was strong and almost horribly intoxicating. She shivered further in torment, already knowing there was no way that would shake it off. Something was also creeping along her upper arms, streaks of old, cheaper gold which literally circled and snaked into place as animated, gaudy bracelets no decent court lady would ever wear in the last few centuries. No, only houses of disrepute still enjoyed such crude old pieces. Dont worry princess, youll look fully prepared to entertain all of them. Whoever I choose, and again that awful mocking laughter. Varisanna felt her middle trembling harder as Rianna continued her own inescapable part, making the now sticky princess also tighter and wetter. Oh nooo, dont let me orgasm in this horrid place in front of them all. But the two women were already panting, and whenever the princess even started to lift her chin, she felt another hum and flurry of building shocks rock her body. Unable to move away on her one standing leg, she continued lapping and slurping at Rhianna. Faster, the evil woman was saying, and she dared not inspire more pain from the collar and ropes. Yes be a good girl and maybe well let you both keep working in the court and estates as suits your birth. Your parents should be proud, she cackled longer.
Thread: Despoiled at Court (AlluringEnigma x jennica enslaved)

There was something far more humiliating about being displayed in a static position. The thought had occurred to Rianna as the procession was herded into the castle. Being displayed like trophies, held aloft as some sort of prize while being sped down the centre of town was certainly more humiliation than Rianna had ever wanted to deal with. That said, there was a comfort in the constant motion. Rianna and Varisanna had no need to deal with their onlookers. By the time they could recognize individual faces in the audience, the float, so to speak, had moved along enough to return that very face to anonymity. In a static position, however, the pair were left to deal with their audience throughout their torment. Whatever happened, she would know exactly which people were hoping for the torment to end and which were hoping it lasted just a little bit longer than it would. That would be helpful information were she in a position to get revenge. Yet, the Witch who had captured them was careful, and the collar around the former Court Witch was a well-made device, and it left little hope alive for her prospects of escaping the clutches of her new owners. That did not stop Rianna from struggling as she was transported off the cart and onto a podium of a magical substance. She wasn't directly familiar with the magic being used, she tended to deal more in foretelling and mind magic, but she knew of the magic being used. It was no doubt, after all she had experienced, that her captor was a very powerful practitioner. Her identity, however, remaiend a complete mystery to the young Witch. Rianna writhed helplessly against the multitudes of guards as they transported her and forced into a kneeling position. She hated it. However, as she felt the long stone tendrils stretch across her calves, she knew it could only get worse. Forcefully, her long legs were spread apart, her entire body now on display as she was forced to kneel before the audience, and presumably the Witch when she eventually entered the scene. Rianna's face was stone cold however. Unlike Varisanna, she was better at hiding her true emotions, and she managed to keep the feeling of shock and humiliation beneath the surface. She needed to find a way out. To her pleasant surprise, her hands were being freed as her legs were being locked in place. Carefully and quietly, her hands began to snake up to her neck. She knew if she could just get the device off her neck, she could unleash a powerful magical storm on her captors. It might not be enough to reconquer the city, so to speak, but maybe Rianna could use the chaos to slip away, or at least take a few of her captors out before she was killed. So she knelt there, legs spread apart and heavy breasts on display as her hands carefully fiddled with the humiliating collar, trying her best to remove it while the entire court stared at her naked form. She just hoped she could do so before the Witch arrived.
Thread: Private Tutoring with Ms. Goodwin [irish_texan and Eliara]

Aidan O'Connor sighs and runs his fingers through his short, dark hair. High school sucks ass. When will I ever actually use Pre-Calc in real life? he thinks to himself. He scribbles a few more lines onto the graph paper with his pencil and then groans in frustration. I'll finish this later, he says out loud to no one in particular, as he tosses the math book to the side and stands up. He had been sitting in the shade of a quaint little tree near the edge of the quad. Fourth period was a free period for him he had a study hall but had managed to sneak out. He was trying to do his Pre-Calc homework, but at the moment it's proving too much for him. He stands up to his full height and stretches, taking a deep breath of fresh air. The weather is pretty perfect, so he's comfortable with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and his top button undone. He grabs his math book and shoves it in his backpack, deciding to take a walk. He heads down the quad and slips around the corner of Building B, being careful not to be too obvious. Lunch wasn't for another forty minutes and he was supposed to be in study hall. He makes his way toward Building C, where his study hall is, hoping to slip back into the lecture hall unnoticed. That was one advantage of being at a huge school study halls were held in large lecture halls and the proctoring teachers or teacher aides seldom called roll or noticed absences. As he rounds the corner of the building and jogs up the steps to the door of Building C, he sees something that makes his stomach drop. Ms. Goodwin is walking down the hall in his direction. He shrugs to himself at this point she'd probably already seen him. Anyway, she's his favorite teacher and probably wouldn't be as hard on him as Mr. Ruce or Coach Brody. Aidan braces himself for admonishment and pulls open the door to Building C, frantically trying to think of good excuses as he approaches Ms. Goodwin. He sees her looking at him and prepares to be in trouble, but finds it hard to even be upset by this as his eyes roamed over her gorgeous figure. Aidan had a huge crush on Ms. Goodwin. She was by far the hottest teacher at Lakeview High, and every single guy agreed on that. But beyond that, Aidan felt like Ms. Goodwin liked him back she always treated him fairly and sometimes he got the impression that she understood him more than other teachers did. Aidan's thoughts are interrupted by Ms. Goodwin's voice, snapping him out of his daydream and back to reality. OoC Hey by the way, would you mind bolding speech and italicizing thoughts? Still go ahead and use quotation marks, just also add the bold or italics. It helps me keep track of dialogue better. Thanks!
Thread: Private Tutoring with Ms. Goodwin [irish_texan and Eliara]

RE Private Tutoring with Ms. Goodwin Aidan? Mrs. Goodwin says again, a little louder this time as she snaps her finger in front of his face. W hat are you doing wandering the hall, don't you have some place to be? She asks him, and already knowing the answer she expected him to respond in the correct manner but also knowing high school kids nothing at this point would surprise her anymore, except Aidan of course. In every manner of who he was Aidan had surprised her, since his freshman year the high school student was different than everyone else around him. He knows better than this, why is he out of study hall? And I'm more than positive he and I have talked about this a few times in the past. Mrs. Goodwin thinks to herself, placing a hand on her hip and waving the paperwork in her other hand at him. You know you can't be doing this, how many times have I caught you out of study hall? She asks, keeping her voice down so that she doesn't disturb other teachers or studying students.
Thread: Private Tutoring with Ms. Goodwin [irish_texan and Eliara]

Aidan starts slightly as Ms. Goodwin snaps her fingers, jumping out of his reverie. He clicks his tongue a few times as he looks around the hallway, not quite sure how to answer. For some reason, whenever Ms. Goodwin reprimanded him, he actually felt bad. He hated disappointing her. She was always so fair with him, sometimes even more lenient than she should be. He couldn't stand the feeling that he had betrayed her trust. With other teachers he tended to get defensive, knowing that they considered him a troublemaker. Ms. Goodwin was the only one whom Aidan felt wasn't out to get him. He didn't mind being the kid who was always getting in trouble, but when Ms. Goodwin was involved, he didn't like it so much. Sorry, Ms. Goodwin, he says with a sigh, staring intently at his shoelaces. It was really nice outside and I didn't want to be in that stuffy study hall. I don't have a good excuse so I won't try to give you one. He looks up from the ground and holds eye contact with his beautiful teacher, watching her face for a reaction. His dark blue eyes search hers for some kind of sympathy.
Thread: Private Tutoring with Ms. Goodwin [irish_texan and Eliara]

Shaking her head she had expected this from some other students but not Aidan. I realize it's nice outside, I get it. But you do know that while you're here someone is responsible for you? she kept her hand on her hip and knew that with Aidan he would listen to what she was telling him. Did you at least manage to get work done since you wanted to do your own thing? Mrs. Goodwin asks him, motioning to his backpack. Mrs. Goodwin had always appreciated having Aidan in her healthcare classes though. He caught onto the work quickly and turned his work in well ahead of time, he was even open to helping her out and often she would have him help the student in her class that may be struggling. And he had a way about him, something quiet, dark, and just waiting. She thought to herself.