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His hand slid around her shoulders to the nape of her neck and drew her face to his. “Command me” she pleaded, wallowing in her own abasement. “You must deny yourself catharsis, otherwise you will be strung up by wrists and ankles and flogged until you faint”. An evil smile played around the edges of his full, sensuous mouth. “How does that make you feel”? “Complete” the answer came from somewhere deep inside herself and it was followed by a foaming torrent of wild abandon, fierce and furious contortions and a high-pitched scream of joyous despair. She fell to the floor, her crotch drenched and small tits jerking from the intensity of her orgasm, and she had devoted herself to the rule of the Order of Anna Darvulia from that moment. She knew that she could abandon herself to carnal frenzy at the slightest, forbidden touch of her own fingers and that she would be rewarded with the fulfilment of her deepest desires. Even before she had buried the end of the hook in her arse and spread herself open to every defilement she had been floating on a plane of delirious arousal, but she remained unsatisfied in accordance with Grigori’s wishes. The sound of bare feet on the stone flags outside woke her from this reverie and she turned an expectant face to the doorway, the prospect of a hot stream of piss running over her chin and belly to drip from her cunt bringing an animated radiance to her delicate features, but the footsteps passed by and disappeared into the depths of the building. To punish herself for her over-eagerness she pinched at her throbbing nipples, slowly, deliberately and cruelly until she began to feel a wave of depraved pleasure building deep inside herself – then clasped her hands firmly together behind her back. A tear welled up at the corner of her eye as a cold breeze from the open window played over her erect and neglected teats. LOUISETTE Vasiliki strode into The Greek’s art deco villa like a conqueror; she covered the fierce, abandoned excitement she had betrayed during their dalliance with her usual composed coolness. Milena followed meekly behind, as her defeated and naked victim, but she could not suppress an intense moan at the scene which greeted them. The walls, floor and ceiling were all pure white against which two items stood out starkly – a stainless-steel guillotine and an oaken block, against which blowjob leant an antique doppelhänder sword. As they drew closer Vasiliki was startled by a click and whirr from above them and she jerked her head around to see a closed-circuit television camera suspended from the ceiling which had begun to track their movement. She turned back to Milena, arching one perfect eyebrow. “It seems there is a choice” she said, her voice echoing around the bare chamber. Milena regarded her silently, her nude body whipped and welted and her eyes blazing. “Which one scares you? Which excites you”? “I cannot” Milena stammered pitifully. A tear formed in the corner of one blue eye and Black and ebony her lip trembled. “It doesn’t matter what I want” she murmured. Vasiliki stepped closer. There was an air of wild exuberance about her, a barely restrained ferocity, as she closed her fist around a handful of blonde tresses and pulled their faces close together. “But I wish to know what you want” she spat. Milena swallowed hard to collect herself and met Vasiliki’s passion with profound submission, surrendering to her executioner’s embrace. “I want only to be butchered” she pronounced. “I want it as much as you do”. “As much as I do” Vasiliki muttered under her breath, trailing her fingertips down the soft flesh of Milena’s throat. “Then help me to decide” she went on, pressing her hip into the warmth of Milena’s groin and wrapping long arms around her. For many minutes, they remained like that, the air filled with the sound of fingers churning wetly and soft, breathy moans. The shadows lengthened. Vasiliki licked the nape of Milena’s neck and then abruptly dragged her down to her knees by the hair. “Thank you, teen thank you” she breathed, over and over, as she crawled on her belly to the block. Bracing her knees well apart she dipped her head to rain kisses over the darks stains and interracial notches on the oak, then bent forward to settle her head and shoulders into position, gazing up adoringly from that position of ultimate surrender. She arched her back and rolled her hips slowly. Vasiliki turned away and ran an exploratory fingertip over the blade of the great sword. “Very sharp” she said, smiling, as she took a firm grip of the hilt and lifted it to waist height. By the time she’s small tits been lifted 3 times she was virtually running to the next guy. What would I do now? And future Melena is slowly winning. She moaned out in delight as she kneaded her own tits. You get in and then the ends of the bands are extended high into the air. “Me, too,” interracial I said and darted for the door. The young man pulled his long, pulsating member out, letting it hang out between the corpse’s feet. “How do you get your parents blowjob to give you teen money all the time?” Jon let me remove Ben but he wouldn’t Black and ebony let me wear any clothes, even when I pointed out that I might get something burnt. The bed creaks as she continues to thrust inside of me. She interlocks her fingers with mine, pressing them against the mattress as our lips connect and our tongues dance. “Okay.