Thread: SSH (Alexisunderwood x randomname98766789)

Isabelle felt her legs released for the most part except for her ankles. Though it did hurt, still to have her legs bound the way they were, it was better than it had been. She was most thankful for the release of the crotch rope. When she was thrown back onto the bed, she groaned, knowing what was coming, or at least having a general idea. The thing around her neck, what she assumed must be a collar, was attached to something. She tried to move slightly to relax slightly though she found she choked when she did. She couldn't get into a more comfortable position without choking herself. When she felt his hands on her shoulders, Isabelle felt her stomach drop. She expected his shaft to be shoved into her sex again but instead, he held her, choking her. What pleasure could this bring him? As he released her, she struggled to get the air into her lungs she needed, trying to not move so she wasn't choked. There was no releif given to her though as she felt him enter her again, somewhere different. She felt like her asshole was ripped from being forced to take something that was too big. She cried out against the blindfold, struggling against her bonds to try and escape but finding she couldn't without passing out, then he would just have free range of her body without any resistance. This was worse than before as he seemed to go harder. At least her sex had been a little wet. This was downright painful as she found she had possibly been drier that ever down there. She had heard some people did this, but didn't understand the pleasure since the pain engulfed her. When she felt the same kind of juices she had felt in her sex in her ass all over again, she groaned in pain and discomfort though it might not appear that way. It hurt so greatly, she tried to dislodge him by shaking her ass a bit but only found it was more uncomfortable and probably only helped him. When he was out, Isabelle sank onto the bed in releif, feeling filthy with the juices in not only her sex now, but her asshole too. She heard something that sounded like metal and hoped it wasn't something like the crotch rope. She felt the first lash and cried out against her gag. She shook her head, wanting him to stop. It hurt so much, every lash causing more pain and stinging. Lashes on her back were worse as she felt it crash across her spine. She had hardly any fat on her back since her time in captivity had taken it off. She was somewhat relieved that he went back to lashing her ass but felt blood rush her cheeks as she was embarrassed she even was thankful that someone whipped her somewhere else on her body. When she was flipped onto her back, she groaned and gasped for air. She felt him attack her sex. It wasn't that he went in, but he lashed at it painfully. She felt more tears wet her blindfold from the stinging and the pain and groaned once again, unable to help it with the battered and bloody feeling she had gotten with all the sweat and cum on and in her. She was thankful to be on her stomach again as her beaten back and ass were no longer being pressed into the sheets. When he shoved the crotch rope back on, she cried out in pain. The already ripped, stretched, whipped, and abraised sex was going to face another, more painful and harsh round of abrasions. When she felt him touching her face again, she pulled away. When the blindfold was off, Isabelle was thankful, but filled with hatred. She tried to move so she wasn't getting choked but the crotch rope didn't dig so deeply into her pounded sex. She felt her asshole throbbing and knew there was some blood there from being stretched and ripped from the boys shaft being forced in. Isabelle shot daggers as the boy, breathing deeply. She was more aware of the breast ropes then more than ever, shifting to try and move them but failing and getting the crotch rope in a more uncomfortable position. She groaned in discomfort. She stopped moving, feeling everything dig into her more deeply causing the worst pain the ropes had yet, but not getting choked. She noticed her breasts seemed to be larger since the rope was squeezing them. The nipples clips hurt more that she thought about it. She stopped looking at her battered and broken body, closing her eyes as she tried to catch her breath again, not wanting to get punished for not looking at the boy but really not wanting to look at the boy.