Discovering Banya: Ch.II - Crime And Punishment free porn video
A famous rich cousin from Vermont bailed Eve out and she avoided prosecution for pick-pocketing. Seems a little cash placed in the right hands can go a long way or that entrapment schemes are less tolerated than in the past. Yeah, thought Eve, his dick was so big that I couldn’t keep myself from reaching into his pants pocket for a righteous grab and I was thereby, entrapped by doing so. Yikes!
But, honestly, Eve felt guilty as sin and strangely deprived of resolution by her lucky break. She had been caught red-handed and had been prepared to pay the price as well as receive the punishment. Now she felt quite restless and unsettled.
Eve continued to compulsively remind herself that she had attempted to steal even though the Lord had said Thou Shalt Not Steal.
That’s not how good neighbors in Vermont are supposed to treat their fellow neighbor because you care about your neighbor in Vermont. You care that they might suffer on account of your own greed. No sir, no merit in heaven or on earth for stealing a wallet and by now Eve had stolen quite a few.
Eve acknowledged the debt and speedily headed to the banya to pay it out.
In the alleyway, under the overpass, near Atlantic Ave, the entrance to banya had been remodeled. Currently, it featured double doors lined with colorful tile, linked together by the letters VP.
Once again, just as years before, the old crone greeted her at the door with cigarette dangling, stripped to the waist, breasts seemingly weighed down by a plethora of hanging fruit tattoos. True, the woman had put on weight over the years, (just as Eve had), but everybody knows that is what results from a heavy diet of cheese, chocolate, kasha and roast potatoes. Despite it all, the whore looked spry and crafty.
Her eyes flashed with intensity as she scrutinized Eve and spoke, “I know very well why you have come. You come for punishment and relief. I will beat you until you confess your sins. You will sweat out your guilt and purify your soul! Now take off your clothes.” Eve’s wide buttocks spread wider as she took off her jeans. Her broad breasts flopped forward.
The old one leered approvingly, nodded to a long, narrow hallway and lead Eve to a honeycomb shaped room. Wooden benches were built into the walls in a circular fashion. In the central area, a stone compartment had been built to enclose very hot stones. Many naked men and woman ladled water on to them, producing tremendous clouds of steam.
Numerous others lay on the benches all the way to the ceiling. Some cried out as they experienced the pummeling of the platza leaves on their bare skin. The smell of hot sweat, rosemary, mint and eucalyptus filled the air with a pungent aroma that somehow caused Eve’s nipples to become more erect.
The whore mother motioned for a young, rotund woman from the far outer circle to come forward. The lady was then instructed to lie down in a supine position on a vacant bench. Then the old woman brought Eve over and placed her on top of the woman. The bottom woman embraced her hard and Eve immediately felt the rub of the woman’s cunt beneath her. The sweat of their bodies mixed and poured onto each other. They became slick with sweat and Eve’s cunt dripped profusely while the whore mother lightly administered the oak leaves on her backside.
Meanwhile, the round one beneath her slide up toward Eve’s belly and back down toward her bum hole over and over again. The torrid wetness of the pussy beneath her and the tickle of oak leave branches from above got Eve to shiver and shake. Eve’s pussy, enlarged and swollen, wanted more and more grinding by the time the whore mother shouted, “Enough’.
The aged one grabbed Eve by the hand and gestured towards a long winding staircase. At the bottom, Eve found a purple door which she opened. She tilted her chin upward and gazed for a long time at a tall metal ladder that cut through the high blue ceiling. Greta, the old woman, joined her now and commanded (dropping her pants as she did so), “Now we climb!”
Greta set out in front, setting a pace that even the Soviet army would have been impressed with. Indeed, for an old woman, it was almost unbelievable. Eve could hardly stay close to her. Up they went, one after another. Flashing lights illuminated Greta’s haunches in red and green, purple and blue and yellow and orange. The ancient woman’s hanging labia, her meaty clit, her sweaty anus and old grey muff, were all on display.
The old woman effortlessly arrived at an upper-level platform designed for rest and, perhaps, dalliance. Greta put a hand over her own crotch, demonstrating a willingness to dally. The tart gave Eve clever glances and sweet pats to her behind. Eve realized it was all just a tease when Greta signaled that they should resume the climb.
Greta indicated that now Eve should lead the way. Eve’s arms and legs were tiring rapidly. The strumpet’s tongue affectionately licked Eve’s ass as the slower Eve struggled upward. As Eve went higher and higher, the old whore’s lust became more apparent. Greta’s tongue lapped at Eve’s pussy and clitoris as Eve flexed her hip and knee in order to reach each rung of the ladder.
Finally, they came to an attic room filled with yellow stocks. No one else was there. The elderly one accompanied Eve to the closest stock and shoved her arms and head into the appropriate half moon shapes and brought the top of the stock down. The lock creaked; the restraints were in place.
The serious one picked up a switch and whistled it through the air, creating a perfect whooshing sound. Greta soon revealed herself to be a master. The old bitch went light on Eve’s behind, to begin with, giving easy, unhurried strokes. Eve’s skin assumed a pink glow on the outside and continued to swell on the inside. Pressure slowly built up like a crescendo. Flecks of red blood dotted rising red welts while small bubbles of warm sensation rose to the top of her body.
The old woman quickened her rhythm. Her blows came faster and penetrated deeper. Eve felt a trickle of blood in the deep middle of her pussy. Her monthly joined with the blood and sweat from above. Eve’s tears began to flow as well, releasing her final resistance to the lash. Without being able to turn and see her, Eve fully surrendered to the whore mother’s will and embraced her punishment. The pleasure began to get stronger. Her sphincter contracted with the contact of each strike until a ring of fire rolled forward to her clit like a giant rogue wave.
Eve’s vulva, heated by the thrashing to her plump buttocks, continued to expand outward. The warmth traveled to her stomach, then all the way to her throat, until her pouting mouth filled with saliva and Eve could not help but give voice to the pulsing sensation.
“Ah, ah, ah, ar-ar-ar-arg, oh, oh, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah! The sound echoed and built in pitch and volume as it came forth.
The sting of the tip of the bamboo stick deepened; the sensation touching a spot just outside the womb. Eve’s body jerked and she began to spray like a miniature geyser. The old whore threw down her stick and slid on her knees to an area in front of the shackled Eve. She thrust her face in front of Eve’s cunt and managed to catch some of the squirt in her open mouth. The bitch promptly gulped it down.
Greta sat quietly for a while in front of Eve’s semi-reclined body. Dazed by the blood, sweat, and tears, the old one pronounced with a cackle,
“Now you ready for baby. Your soul is purified!
Held in bondage, collapsed and halfway incoherent, Eve wasn’t so sure. But managed to mutter,
“Yes, yes… I am!"
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