Thread: Hell in Paradise (xana X QB)

With death constantly nudging her, one would think she would muster up a somewhat believable excuse. When he heard her excuse he merely laughed outlandishly, kicking her hard in the gut. Such cruel treatment...was this even ethical in any way? The sound of moans and pleasurable choking from the camp filling the air, he then pressed his boot down on the side of her head, some sand pouring onto her face. Like hell, who would believe that shit!? he ground his feet a bit on her face, moving his foot left to right before he kicked her upright, breasts up in the air. You know what? I hate liars. he said, kicking her thighs until he had his fill. It didn't matter if he knew where that other slave was. He just needed an excuse to beat down on the girl before him. How cruelly he would treat her stay over at the island before she would be sold to a pervert waiting for fresh flesh overseas. I don't believe you. But since you've been such a cutie, we'll be taking you as payment instead. he said, kneeling down as he grasped her hair, forcing her to crane her neck up. Listen here, girlie, you're our property now. Whether you like it or not, you're going to be sold off to some pervert with a disgusting fetish...but before that, we'll have our fun with you! His eyes showed no pity, devoid of mercy as he commanded a few guards to take her away. Looking at her camera, he scoffed then threw it down on the sand, stepping onto the device and crushing it under heel. He sat back on his chair, watching the bondage of female flesh out in the ocean, where stakes used to anchor small craft were they affixed to, vibrators adding to the thrill while their gagged cries filled the air. Meanwhile, despite the weakness and the ache from the kicks she received, Reine was gruelingly forced to continue walking, right where a beam stood. Throwing her to it after they put a collar to her neck, despite her feeble attempts to crawl away, they grasped her by the shoulder. Kneel! he commanded, removing the handcuffs, only to be bound once more when they brought them behind the post. Ropes wound her wrist behind the stake despite her weak attempts to struggle, her ankles bound to her thighs as a rope secured them from a small notch a few inches from where she knelt, forcing her kneeling legs to spread out a bit. Her collar was joined to the stake, adding some comfort despite the punitive position forcing onto her added strain. The Collar attachment was adjusted so that she had to kneel upright, slouching would cause her to go against the collar cause unnecessary strain at her neck. Keeping oneself straight for more than an hour kneeling like such, with bindings forcing her in place would surely wear her out. And this was the premise of the bondage as a guard, drawing a knife, stroked her cheeks, before softly stroking his hands at her private parts below. The lace of her panties did not escape his attention. Lingerie, how sexy! Were you expecting someone to see this? joked one guard as a hand softly fondled her private parts. One man threw cold water all over her body, before grasping her mouth and forcing it against his pants, where his erection could be felt. More laughter and jeering was had before the man spat on her face and left her to suffer at her position.