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By tensing her arms she can take some weight and ease her sex away from the punishing pressure of riding the sharp ridge. But with her wrists stretched out by the ropes to such an uncomfortable angle, to do that will take a great deal of physical exertion. If she wishes she can rest her tired shoulders, but this will be at the price both of letting her sensitive genitals mash into the woodwork, and meaning her arms will be pulled even tauter. In either position, with so much of her bodyweight hanging from her wrists, Elionara will teen experiencing the sensation of being crucified. The intellectual torture will be having to choose - suffer in one position or the other. Her ankles are been lashed by the men to rings, low down either side of the horse’s base. She has enough play in the leg ropes to struggle and move pleasingly in her suffering, but her ankles are spread too wide to use her knees and thighs to grip the horse efficiently, giving her sufficient purchase to relieve the pain. I’ve seen footage from a number of years of the Rape Run, and these stress tortures are typical of Salarin. They’re always successful in the end, so Elionara will break. But it might be all night before she’s reduced to screaming for mercy. “Show us how strong you are, my pretty dancer,” Salarin says student to her, slapping her thigh like it’s the flank of a beast. “And when you tire of the pain, show us how well you can beg. Once you’ve entertained me sufficiently with your screaming, I might permit you the release of rape.” He hasn’t even touched her intimately by the time he leaves her there. There was only that slap to the leg. I think of Elionara no more, for Salarin takes the short walk over to me. “Melena,” he greets me, and while I begin shaking with terror he crouches slightly to view the whip marks covering my front. amateur “You’re as stripy as a Zelac. That must be sore.” He reaches to me and roughly plays with one of my breasts, squashing the aching flesh between his leathery fingers until my nipple responds to him. “How is your cunt feeling now?” I wish I shaved were still brave and strong enough for a sarcastic retort, but the woman who stands before him is defeated. I just want to get out of the ropes, so that at least next time I’m taken I won’t feel so defenseless. I have no willpower left in me to go on fighting. “Fuck me skinny there Master,” I beg him in a trembling voice, and I emphasize “Master”, the term of address of a slave to her owner. I am nothing more than that now. “Do anything to me except hurt me, Master.” But Salarin doesn’t seem pleased by my show of humility. “Really colonel, party I’d expected you to resist me for a little bit longer” he tuts. “Breaking you was too easy. Sadly it’s often that way with the females with responsive bodies.” He sighs. “Very well, Melena,” he says in a tone of disappointment, and he turns from me, gesticulating to the tall man, who hurries over. “I’m done with the cunt,” Salarin tells him, in a voice loud enough that I’m meant to hear. “She’s of no further interest to me. Take her down and prepare her for the next one.” She moaned and shuddered, her back arching, her fiery hair sweeping before me. She kept looking at me over her shoulder, her green eyes twinkling. The district attorney won’t prosecute a tough case. He had picked a public place where it would be easy to maintain surveillance during the buy. After the adventure with Swapnil, Mr. Iyer and I dispensed with the use of texting and accepted talking with the same phones. "Master, you are the only one that skinny I trust completely. My cuntlips and my clit drank in the impact of his crotch. Kayleigh sensed I was close. “You see dad, she likes that,” Niky said joyfully. I giggled, “I take it you’re not tired of looking at my tits yet.” He jolted. She craved it. I decided to sleep in the next morning with Dana until around 10 am. We round the corner and saw it ahead. It was my turn to laugh. The house was vacant, my parents were not expected to arrive home for hours. “Liv you ok”? And I really don't know you. Karen nervously looked around and then said ok. Karen teen quickly changed in to the bikini. “Mmm, she does have those big tits. To end her own pain which might somehow end his pleasure. student He knew her from his store. I scan the room trying to figure out who I’m missing. As I amateur laid there I was thinking: “Wow! My ass was leaking cum still and I could feel his huge cock sliding between my cheeks rubbing it in. He then said to his wife that my ass was still oozing cum. It wasn’t the size of it that mattered, it was Carrie saying how well he used it, and his tongue was to die for. Frank used one hand to undo his pants, and pushed them down a little at a stop sign, then fished his hardening cock out of his underwear. It party made me speculate that maybe there was a side shaved to this sweet thing I haven’t seen.