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Revenge: Wife Screaming Contest (2) free porn video
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‘Well Lizzie, how are you feeling? You certainly look a lot cleaner now and smell much sweeter too. I know, it was really rotten of me to make you expect those hoses to squirt scalding water over you when in fact it was chilled water. Ha ! I bet, for a second, your brain couldn’t work out what you were feeling, could it?! You didn’t really think we’d burn you any more, did you? No, no, no…. we wouldn’t want you going into shock and passing out, would we? You’d be no use to us then…. None at all! ‘
Right! So Lizzie - have you decided to talk? Nope? Okay, - don’t say I didn’t warn you, will you? It’s time for you to meet our dog handlers and their charges. Now, just so there are no surprises, I’ll explain what will happen. ….
My men will dress you in some really beautiful lingerie. A nice basque, seamed RHT black stockings and suspenders, lace gloves and a diamante choker. And even - for a brief moment or two, some transparent panties. You see, we’re going to make a blue movie. It will be televised of course and broadcast all over the internet. Your family and friends have be informed where they can find it. For the purposes of the action you will be tied down over a bench at a height that will just suit penetration by our attack dogs.
Of course I don’t expect you to allow us to do this without you putting up some sort of struggle, plucky girl that you are….that’s why my men will electric shock you repeatedly during the process of preparing you.
Oh, and during the process, I’ve told them it’s Okay if they help themselves to anything they fancy as they go along……- ha ha - I just hope none of them loses his leprosy ridden dick inside any of your orifices - that would be really worth watching, wouldn’t it? I suppose I should apologise in advance for their halitosis - a mouth full of rotten teeth, diseased gums and an ulcerated tongue it never going to taste of mouthwash, is it? Just imagine those tongues probing all your holes and then French kissing you. I wonder if the thought of that will turn Alfred on?
Well, I’ve got to be getting along now, up to the studio gallery and supervise the broadcast. Oh - one thing do please make sure you swallow plenty of the lepers’ ejaculate - maggots and all - I want you to have a nice moist throat so we can all hear your blood curdling screams very well. I’m told that some men spontaneously ejaculate when they hear a woman scream in terror - … takes all sorts, doesn’t it?
Liz’s eyes widened in horror as the interrogation cell door opened and in shuffled three disfigured wrecks of men wearing stinking rags. The overpowering stench of unwashed human flesh hit her at once - a fetid mixture of sweat, urine, faeces and unwashed sexual organs. The men gazed at her nakedness longingly, slimy green tongues licking ulcerated lips, leering bloodshot eyes surveyed every inch of her body. In his hands one of the men was carrying delicate lacy lingerie - He made some inane babbling sound to his colleagues and tugged down his filthy track suit pants revealing a long and thick but badly swollen and discoloured penis. He rolled back his ulcerated foreskin and stretched the delicate sheer nylon panties taut over his bulging bell end and staring at Liz’s gaping cunt hole, he began to slowly and deliberately masturbate into the crotch of the panties she was about to be dressed in.
His colleagues giggled deliriously and caressed the gleaming electic shock units in their hands as they approached Liz, still tied down on the slab. Both men removed their trousers, revealing stained and stinking underpants. Each removed his rotting cock from its pouch and began to slowly masturbate. One placed the electrodes of his device against the nipple of her right breast. The other leper touched his against her clitoris. Giggling like school boys perusing their first blue film the two men nodded to each other and began a countdown in unison . ‘Three, Two, One …’
They pulled their triggers simultaneously and the electrodes crackled furiously with thousand of volts pumping into their victim’s body. Liz’s back arched he head snapped back and her body went rigid as the current continued to pump into her . From her throat came a piercing, gutteral primeval scream like a banshee wail and she spontaneously defecated and urinated simultaneously.
Witnessing her agony the three lepers ejaculated together, one flooding her panties with a gelatinous green slime and the other two spurting great arcs of spunk across her lower abdomen and groin. As the electrical charges fizzled out, Liz’s sweating body slumped back down onto the treatment table and the room filled with the pungent smell of her incontinence mixed with the rank aroma of the infected ejaculate spent by her attendants, who were now wiping their filthy malodorous cocks on the inside of her shit and piss covered thighs…….
[ in the meantime... written by alfredbjunk ]
As far as Mandy is concerned i have to admit that had forgotten about her for a few days now.
That is, after I put Triphammer on a new assignment. You remember how he had her strung up like a pig ready for slaughter... I do not know what would have happened if I had not called him to my office just then. After few hours, she had stopped screaming, the tension must have relieved the pressure on her broken ribs as her body was stretched, so the rib pain was numbed somewhat.
When I ordered her taken down and strapped on the horizontal rack, that little comfort abruptly stopped. She screamed like an a****l and her body twitched uncontrollably, at least until we had her securely fastened to the rack. I imagine that with tension on her ankles and wrists gone, the broken bones were slipping back together, pinching or hurting some nerves in the process. Whatever caused it, the sight of her body twitching, and her screams, mixed with babbled words, was quite amazing.
As soon as I had her fastened to the horizontal rack, I ordered the leg supports with the attached ankle cuffs to be moved to the outermost positions, so that her legs were now spread at a nearly 150° angle, with her swollen pusyy lips sticking out, clearly visible, and nicely accessible.
That, of course, pulled her whole body down and stretched her out even more.
My plan was to fuck her while she was still twitching. I love it when my cock gets massages by pussies bucking uncontrollably because its owner is squriming in pain. Tasers to the belly or breasts, ar a good whipping acros the breasts give the best results, and my assistsans know that.
I was just pulling my hard cock from my pants when the cell phone rang. I answered the call, put my pants back in order, and went to my superiors office.
That was three days, ago, and I completely forgot to continue Mandys interrogation. With so many clients, sexy females in particular, to be taken care of in our interrogation cells - some might call them torture rooms - that happens easily.
I honestly do not know what happened to her since then, i will have to check that out. Would be a pity to lose her prematurely. This is a personal thing between you and me, after all. And Mandy, the poor thing, stands in for you, as long as we haven't caught you in person.
I can well imagine what happened right after I left. It is the privilege of my personal assistants to use my victims while I am away for short periods of time. When doing so, my assistants are afraid to hurt them, because sometimes I get very angry if i find welts or bruises on previously virgin pieces of my clients' skin. These would just fuck them in all three holes, provided all of them are still useable. Or they use their tools inside the victims bodies, so they dont create any damage on the outside. Damage inside, obviously, I cannot really check out. Except when they take it too far and I see puddles of blood under the victims pussy or ass when i return. Then I get angry, really angry. Sometimes i punish them by applying the same treatment to them, right on the spot.
Oh, poor Mandy, where was I? Yes, probably she got used by my assistants, then left, because they expected me to return soon. So the probably left the door open, with Mandys bruised body and spread legs clearly and - shall I say: invitingly - visible to the passing crowds. Well, no big crowds, to be sure. The guys and girls working down here are indeed a special crowd. All of them have special skills, all of them showing a near total lack of empathy. You probably would not want to meet either of them alone in the dark. But this is what may well have happened to your wife Mandy, if some of them slipped into that room, closing the door behind him or her.
I pick up the phone. "Tony, find out where that piece of meat named Mandy is, and whether she is still alive. If she is, give he water and bring her to the electric room, I'll be down in an hour."
(to be continued)
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‘Well Lizzie, how are you feeling? You certainly look a lot cleaner now and smell much sweeter too. I know, it was really rotten of me to make you expect those hoses to squirt scalding water over you when in fact it was chilled water. Ha ! I bet, for a second, your brain couldn’t work out what you were feeling, could it?! You didn’t really think we’d burn you any more, did you? No, no, no…. we wouldn’t want you going into shock and passing out, would we? You’d be no use to us then…. None at all! ‘
Right! So Lizzie - have you decided to talk? Nope? Okay, - don’t say I didn’t warn you, will you? It’s time for you to meet our dog handlers and their charges. Now, just so there are no surprises, I’ll explain what will happen. ….
My men will dress you in some really beautiful lingerie. A nice basque, seamed RHT black stockings and suspenders, lace gloves and a diamante choker. And even - for a brief moment or two, some transparent panties. You see, we’re going to make a blue movie. It will be televised of course and broadcast all over the internet. Your family and friends have be informed where they can find it. For the purposes of the action you will be tied down over a bench at a height that will just suit penetration by our attack dogs.
Of course I don’t expect you to allow us to do this without you putting up some sort of struggle, plucky girl that you are….that’s why my men will electric shock you repeatedly during the process of preparing you.
Oh, and during the process, I’ve told them it’s Okay if they help themselves to anything they fancy as they go along……- ha ha - I just hope none of them loses his leprosy ridden dick inside any of your orifices - that would be really worth watching, wouldn’t it? I suppose I should apologise in advance for their halitosis - a mouth full of rotten teeth, diseased gums and an ulcerated tongue it never going to taste of mouthwash, is it? Just imagine those tongues probing all your holes and then French kissing you. I wonder if the thought of that will turn Alfred on?
Well, I’ve got to be getting along now, up to the studio gallery and supervise the broadcast. Oh - one thing do please make sure you swallow plenty of the lepers’ ejaculate - maggots and all - I want you to have a nice moist throat so we can all hear your blood curdling screams very well. I’m told that some men spontaneously ejaculate when they hear a woman scream in terror - … takes all sorts, doesn’t it?
Liz’s eyes widened in horror as the interrogation cell door opened and in shuffled three disfigured wrecks of men wearing stinking rags. The overpowering stench of unwashed human flesh hit her at once - a fetid mixture of sweat, urine, faeces and unwashed sexual organs. The men gazed at her nakedness longingly, slimy green tongues licking ulcerated lips, leering bloodshot eyes surveyed every inch of her body. In his hands one of the men was carrying delicate lacy lingerie - He made some inane babbling sound to his colleagues and tugged down his filthy track suit pants revealing a long and thick but badly swollen and discoloured penis. He rolled back his ulcerated foreskin and stretched the delicate sheer nylon panties taut over his bulging bell end and staring at Liz’s gaping cunt hole, he began to slowly and deliberately masturbate into the crotch of the panties she was about to be dressed in.
His colleagues giggled deliriously and caressed the gleaming electic shock units in their hands as they approached Liz, still tied down on the slab. Both men removed their trousers, revealing stained and stinking underpants. Each removed his rotting cock from its pouch and began to slowly masturbate. One placed the electrodes of his device against the nipple of her right breast. The other leper touched his against her clitoris. Giggling like school boys perusing their first blue film the two men nodded to each other and began a countdown in unison . ‘Three, Two, One …’
They pulled their triggers simultaneously and the electrodes crackled furiously with thousand of volts pumping into their victim’s body. Liz’s back arched he head snapped back and her body went rigid as the current continued to pump into her . From her throat came a piercing, gutteral primeval scream like a banshee wail and she spontaneously defecated and urinated simultaneously.
Witnessing her agony the three lepers ejaculated together, one flooding her panties with a gelatinous green slime and the other two spurting great arcs of spunk across her lower abdomen and groin. As the electrical charges fizzled out, Liz’s sweating body slumped back down onto the treatment table and the room filled with the pungent smell of her incontinence mixed with the rank aroma of the infected ejaculate spent by her attendants, who were now wiping their filthy malodorous cocks on the inside of her shit and piss covered thighs…….
[ in the meantime... written by alfredbjunk ]
As far as Mandy is concerned i have to admit that had forgotten about her for a few days now.
That is, after I put Triphammer on a new assignment. You remember how he had her strung up like a pig ready for slaughter... I do not know what would have happened if I had not called him to my office just then. After few hours, she had stopped screaming, the tension must have relieved the pressure on her broken ribs as her body was stretched, so the rib pain was numbed somewhat.
When I ordered her taken down and strapped on the horizontal rack, that little comfort abruptly stopped. She screamed like an a****l and her body twitched uncontrollably, at least until we had her securely fastened to the rack. I imagine that with tension on her ankles and wrists gone, the broken bones were slipping back together, pinching or hurting some nerves in the process. Whatever caused it, the sight of her body twitching, and her screams, mixed with babbled words, was quite amazing.
As soon as I had her fastened to the horizontal rack, I ordered the leg supports with the attached ankle cuffs to be moved to the outermost positions, so that her legs were now spread at a nearly 150° angle, with her swollen pusyy lips sticking out, clearly visible, and nicely accessible.
That, of course, pulled her whole body down and stretched her out even more.
My plan was to fuck her while she was still twitching. I love it when my cock gets massages by pussies bucking uncontrollably because its owner is squriming in pain. Tasers to the belly or breasts, ar a good whipping acros the breasts give the best results, and my assistsans know that.
I was just pulling my hard cock from my pants when the cell phone rang. I answered the call, put my pants back in order, and went to my superiors office.
That was three days, ago, and I completely forgot to continue Mandys interrogation. With so many clients, sexy females in particular, to be taken care of in our interrogation cells - some might call them torture rooms - that happens easily.
I honestly do not know what happened to her since then, i will have to check that out. Would be a pity to lose her prematurely. This is a personal thing between you and me, after all. And Mandy, the poor thing, stands in for you, as long as we haven't caught you in person.
I can well imagine what happened right after I left. It is the privilege of my personal assistants to use my victims while I am away for short periods of time. When doing so, my assistants are afraid to hurt them, because sometimes I get very angry if i find welts or bruises on previously virgin pieces of my clients' skin. These would just fuck them in all three holes, provided all of them are still useable. Or they use their tools inside the victims bodies, so they dont create any damage on the outside. Damage inside, obviously, I cannot really check out. Except when they take it too far and I see puddles of blood under the victims pussy or ass when i return. Then I get angry, really angry. Sometimes i punish them by applying the same treatment to them, right on the spot.
Oh, poor Mandy, where was I? Yes, probably she got used by my assistants, then left, because they expected me to return soon. So the probably left the door open, with Mandys bruised body and spread legs clearly and - shall I say: invitingly - visible to the passing crowds. Well, no big crowds, to be sure. The guys and girls working down here are indeed a special crowd. All of them have special skills, all of them showing a near total lack of empathy. You probably would not want to meet either of them alone in the dark. But this is what may well have happened to your wife Mandy, if some of them slipped into that room, closing the door behind him or her.
I pick up the phone. "Tony, find out where that piece of meat named Mandy is, and whether she is still alive. If she is, give he water and bring her to the electric room, I'll be down in an hour."
(to be continued)
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