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For my Lord

Part 19

Chapter 32 - Revelation


The Boy again! When i observe Him closely, i can see the features of His face can not be other than from my Lord; His eyes, His hair. But the Boys cheekbones and jaw line has to be… mine! Can it really be that this young Boy watching me in this naked state is my son?


"Who are you?" asks the Boy.


"cu… eeuhhh!" damn, how on earth can i tell Him that my name is cumface and that im His Fathers slave?  But it is so long years since anyone used my old name that, in my flustered state, i cant remember it. So i continue, "… eeeuuuh whats Your name?"


"Damien," He replies.


Like in The Omen, i think.


"What do you have on your belly?" the Boy asks.


Totally embarrassed what can i say? "Your mother is a whore, is a…" But at that moment somewhere from afar, a Womans voice calls: "Damien!" The Boy jumps on his bicycle, says, "Bye," and He is gone.

 

Altogether i am confused; this had to be my Son, the fruit of the union between my beloved Lord and myself; the fruit of His Seed. Confused, i stand up and go back to the little cottage, where as is usual i wait until someone wants to use my body. 


That evening Lady Angel comes to me and for the whole evening i service Her, licking Her, fucking Her with a strap-on, rimming and sucking Her. Then i am ordered to fist Her. First, with my hand in Her pussy, banging Her womb and causing multiple orgasms, and then i am commanded to fist her arse at the same time.  Both holes filled, Lady Angel screams and screams from one orgasm after the other.

 

Totally exhausted and unsatisfied, i suddenly blurt out, "Damien is my Son, isnt He?"


To my surprise, Lady Angel replies, "yes He is." but Lady Angel quickly realises the blunder she made by telling me this. In a second She drags me out of the bed and binds me to a pole, my wrists behind my back. She takes a flogger, a terrifying one with little metal weights sown into the ends of each strand, and, with all Her energy, She flogs the front of my body.

"you are not a mother, you are a whore, a worthless slave, a cunt," Lady Angel chants while mercilessly flogging me. "Repeat after me, what are you?"

"i am not a mother, i am a whore, a worthless slave, a cunt," i grunt between the cruel lashes. It is not enough for Lady Angel and She takes a length of barbed wire and winds around my naked flesh, the sharp prongs digging deep into my tender striped flesh. And again She lashes me, repeating, "you are not a mother, you are a whore, a worthless slave, a cunt!"

Sswwiisscchh sswwiisscchh

"i am not a mother, i am a whore, a worthless slave, a cunt!"

 

Sswwiisscchh sswwiisscchh! Over and over again Lady Angel beats me, the pins of the barbed wire cutting deep.


"i am... not a.... mother, i am a… whore, a worthless… slave, a cunt!!!"

 

Lady Angel pauses, releases me from the pole and drags me, by the hair, outside and round the back of the cottage. Standing between two trees is the feared cross, where once a year, at Easter, the passion of Christ on the cross is re-enacted. Mostly it is me bound to the cross and left hanging for a few hours.


Now i am dragged on to the platform in front of the cross. Instead of rope, Lady Angel uses leather straps with little metal spikes imbedded in them. Each arm, wrist, elbow and armpit is strapped with this cruel leather. It makes me groan and whimper as the spikes become embedded in my flesh. Under my feet, Lady Angel places an upside down three-legged milking stool. The three legs of the stool face upwards, making it possible for me to reach the tip of the legs with my tip-toes.

With me secured to the cross, Lady Angel fetches a bullwhip and, circling around me, She beats me even more, ordering to repeat over and over, "i am... not a.... mother, i am a ......whore, aaaaaarrrgg worthless ......slave, a cunt...."

Ssssswwwwwaaaccckkkk sssswwwaaaaccckkkk!

"i am… AARRGGGNNNNNGGG! not a.... mother, i am aaaaagggnnnnaaaaahhha ......whore, a worthless ......slave, a cunt...."

And so it goes on until my body is fully covered with bloody stripe, welts and bruises and my blurred eyes gaze into the horizon without seeing anything.

"Gggrr… i am… rraaaaggghh… not gggnnaaahhhh a.... mother, i am a… aaaaaaggggnnn… whore, a aaaaaaaaaarrrrgggghhh worthless… slave, a cunt...."

Just as i am about to slip into unconsciousness, two faces appeared, blurry in front of me. It is the beloved face of my Lord and His… O/our Son. Despite the terrible pain i am feeling, i manage a smile, which makes Lady Angel even more furious.


Lady Angel waves a bottle of smelling salts under my nose and my head snaps back as the pungent vapours bring me back to consciousness. “Oh no, you dont lose consciousness yet, slut. Hang and suffer!”


And She leaves me in my agony. The strain in my arms and shoulders is unbearable, sweat pours from my forehead, plastering my hair to my head and i am finding it hard to breathe. So i try to use my feet the grip the sides of the upright, pulling myself up, agonisingly, my thigh muscles burning with the tension in them. A few quick deep breaths and my legs can take it no more and i drop back down, painfully wrenching my shoulders as i do so; causing me to scream out in pure agony.


How long i hang from the cross, i have no idea, but several times i haul myself up, lasting for ever shorter lengths of time before i sink back down, all the time whimpering and crying form the unrelenting pain. And once more I imagine my Lord and His Son are standing in front of me. Until, mercifully, after what feels like many hours, i sink into unconsciousness. 

When i regained consciousness my Lord and His Son are nowhere to be seen; it was all in my imagination. Instead, i am lying on my back; my wrists bound to the metal framework of the bed, my legs are wide pulled over my head and bound to the same framework. In this position my already beaten thighs are spread wide open and my cunt vulnerable. And indeed the hated pain attack is restarted.


The rings through my cunt-lips are attached to wires which are wound around my thighs, opening my cunt wide.

With a stiff riding crop, the tip wound with very thin bared wire, Lady Angel aims at my swollen cunt-lips. Without mercy and without "foreplay" the crop lands in the middle of my gaping slit, splitting my swollen open cunt.


At once, i howl in pure agony. "Gggnngggrr i am… rraaaaggghh… not… gggrrraahhhh a.... mother, i am a… aaaaaaggggnnn… whore, a aaaaaaaaaarrrrgggghhh worthless… slave, a cunt...."


Ssswwwaaccckkk ssswwwaaccckkk! Each lash cuts through my sensitive swollen lips. The juices of my cunt are splattered and blood stained. And both oozed over my ass crack down in a pool.


Ssswwwaaccckkk!


“i am a… aaaaaaggggnnn… who aaaaaaaaaarrrrgggghhh worthlegggnnn dddss… slaaaa, a cunt...."


Pure agony takes over my brain with each lash on my clit or soft cunt meat. Again i fall in darkness.


Coming round, my whole body is arched and i am bound strongly in strappado, my legs wide open. And again i am severely beaten and again my brains are consumed by agony.


Ssswwwaaccckkk ssswwwaaccckkk!


"i am a… aaaaaaggggnnn… who aaaaaaaaaarrrrgggghhh worthlegggnnn dddss ......slaaaa, a cunt...."


Ssswwwaaccckkk ssswwwaaccckkk ssswwwaaccckkk ssswwwaaccckkk!!


Lady Angel has strapped on a rubber dildo, with knobs imbedded and little sharp spikes. From where i hang, i can not see what the next torture would be. But it doesnt take long for me to find out. With one forceful hip thrust, Lady Angel impales my already bloody cunt, while not stopping cropping my back.


"AAAAAAAAAGGGGnnnnnn… hoowwwooowwww… i… aaaaaaanowwhhhoorrree… ccuu…"


Each thrust shreds into the soft, tender inner walls of my cunt, painfully stretching it open.


Ssswwwaaccckkk ssswwwaaccckkk ssswwwaaccckkk ssswwwaaccckkk!


This is the most severe whipping i have had to endure for a long time and a reminder of how cruel and sadistic Lady Angel can be. Finally i am prepared to beg to beg for mercy, knowing this will really disappoint my Lord, but this pain is too harsh. Then through tear blurred eyes, suddenly appeared in front of me, again, in my mind, i see the faces of my beloved Lord and His Son, His Son, and… mine!


With all the power in my lungs and with all my remaining strength, with the knowledge that i love my Lord more than Lady Angel, i cry out, "my Son… He is my Son… Fruit of the Love of my Lord…."



Chapter 32 Lady Angel

What Lady Angel does not know is that the little cottage is full of small spy cameras. So my torture at Her hands is fully recorded.

And when my Lord returns home He is clearly not happy that His property has been so misused and He orders that His four Bodyguards grab Her and take Her to the dreaded lower dungeon cell of the Castle.

 Lady Angel becomes angel, whether S/she likes it or not.

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Once, when Lady Angel and i were in bed together, She told me of Her background. She was born in East Europe; one of the old dictatorships, but i dont remember which one. Her Father was a well known gynaecologist and, therefore, considered to be a member of the elite.  In His function He was important. He treated the wives of other members of the elite in all sort of matters; He assisted them to become pregnant if their husbands, by fucking Them. So in way respect, He had a lot of children, but Lady Angel was the only child of Him and His wife.  

Then, if a party was thrown, He arranged for female entertainment. He flipped through His files and picked some juicy lovely sluts ready to be used by the old Men's party. After the party He usually had to treat them, so degraded were they in the way they were used. Sometimes they were special themes parties. Like the one were five Dog owners held a competition to see which Dog succeeded to fuck the girl the longest. Five girls on all fours were humped by Dogs, drooling tongues on their necks, paws wrapped around their waists, until the Dog dropped sideways, totally exhausted. The winner was usually a Rottweiler or a Pit-bull who pumped their heavy cocks with endless stamina for hours, totally wearing out the cunt of the poor girl under It.

Sometimes He was called upon by the Secret Services when a female needed to be interrogated. He gave instructions how to the tortures last without causing the death of the victim. After the torture session, He had to cure them or get them fit enough for the next torment, or for the final punishment. Depending on the rank in the state, the death punishment was chosen between a shot in the neck, "quickly" hanging or slow strappado hanging. A guillotine was possible too. In most cases the woman was naked, dragged by the shoulders by two guards and executed. And usually not before the Guards had a hard fucking session with them.

There were whispers that He even organised special events for the Leader Himself, whereby the female was bound on the plank of the guillotine and He fucked her tight dry arse, and on the moment of climax the blade fell, her death convulsion milking His Cock extra rigorously. As birthday gift, He had a strong young female bound on a garrotte style chair. Her contortion lasted for hours, and it spoiled His throbbing Cock.

He had a lot of mistresses, and so many children. Sometimes when the Wife of one of the elite wanted a child but Her Husband was too preoccupied with his slut, Angels Father would oblige. However, what the women He treated did not know was that if a baby was a male He would declare that it was stillborn. In His mind only females were to be allowed to be born.

As for His stepdaughters, or daughters from His mistresses, He loved them. Once they were old enough, He treated them and used them like any female.  

The only exception was His only daughter, Angel, born of his own wife. Soon after Her birth, He removed Her clit-hood, and then had Her treated to maximise Her clit. Mostly this was done with a vacuum pump on Her sex and Her clit got bigger and very sensitive and She also got puffy lips.

Partly because of her oversized clit, and her other training, Angel became a hot little tramp. At early age she discovered masturbation. In Her fantasy She was with Her father in the gynaecologist room treating the women who were strapped down and spread wide.

One day, left alone at home, She searched and found, in the office of Her father, photo albums with pictures of all sorts of females. Most of them were bound and heavily beaten with bullwhips, canes or floggers, their faces distorted in a grimace of agony. Without even touching herself Angel exploded in an orgasm. Since then She was very willing to stay home, and every time She was alone, she would slip into Her fathers office and rub and stroke Her clit as She looked at the pictures of the abused females.

Then She discovered the password to access His laptop. Her loins shaking, She found pictures and video clips of all sort of females, beaten, tortured and executed. She downloaded all the pictures to Her own memory stick.

Then she turned to fantasising about the mothers of Her girlfriends being treated, and even the girlfriends too. It started with a picture of a mother of a classmate spread wide in the doctor's chair, her vagina held gaping open with a speculum. Her fantasy started with caring about the female, but later turned into inflicting severe pain.

Once, She asked Her father if She could join Him as an assistant nurse. At first He looked strangely at Her, but then He recognised the predator He had raised. He agreed, but She had to wear a surgical mask which would make Her unrecognisable. Each free moment, She was in the treatment room, and She learned all the secrets of the female body, where best to inflict pain and where are best places to arouse their lust.

Now there were two things She thought about. How to be present at a real life torture scene where Her father would be, and how to have a one of Her girlfriends or their mother in her hands.

She made up a plan, whereby She told Her father that Mrs X refused to ask Her to the birthday party of her daughter. Her father arranged that the woman was arrested on made-up charges. Sitting in the dark, Angel saw how Her father first bound the woman to a metal spring bed, the ankles cuffed to the corners, the wrists on the sidebars. He mounted her and fucked her before He started punishing her. With a wooden stick He beat the soles of the womans feet. Then He attached metal clamps to her cunt-lips, and jolted her with powerful electric shocks. Her head was thrown backwards, a rubber gag in her mouth but still she howled from pure pain.

Meanwhile, Angel fingered Herself non-stop as She watched. When Her father paused, she stood up, went to the poor woman and comforted her, whispering to her that the ordeal was over. Overwhelmed, the woman felt gratitude that the torture was over, not realising how it was possible that this girl was in this place able to help her. At that moment, Angel lifted Her skirt, She had no underwear on, and sat on the woman's face. Her father, grinning, inserted a kind of cattle prod into the womans vagina and sent heavy electrical jolts into her womb. Her body was convulsing and contorting, but Angel had a great orgasm riding Her wet cunt on the female's face.

Sometimes She sneaked into Her parents bedroom to sneak a peep at Their lovemaking. One time She arrived home unexpectedly early and saw their Housemaid on Her knees and Her Father's big cock deep in the Maid's throat, His hands gripping her neck and shoving Her gullet over His shaft.

But She learned more. One evening when She was supposed to be at a party of Girlfriend, She hid Herself in the mezzanine room and She saw the Family Dog humping the Maid, while two of Her Father's friends jerked off over Her face. The sight the Maid crying, Her tears mixed with the dripping cum on Her face made Angel cum and cum and cum.

Two girls in Her class would never forget the day after they had an argument with Angel. Both of them found themselves in a cell of the State prison, fucked by inmates non-stop for about 16 hours. How many of the prisoners shot their wad into the girls holes no one could tell, but it was certainly more than forty. The videos made of the two girls ordeal made Angel aroused, but also gave Her an idea how to deflower Herself as She was still a virgin at that time.

The day before Her eighteenth birthday, She went to the same prison to make the deal. After the birthday party was over, She went to the prison. In a cell two mattresses were laid out. Then an endless queue of inmates, including the strongest and toughest, formed; all of them ready and willing to ram Their cocks in one of Her three holes. Totally worn out and oozing sperm from Her holes, She went home afterwards. Unidentified sources told that all who had participated in this scene where executed. Of course, only Angel could confirm the truth of what happened that day.

The day after She finished college, Angel started her own "practice". Almost every day She was at work, so much did She enjoy Her work. Perhaps a woman would be bound between two poles and flogged severely by two Men. or a woman would be brought in each morning, mounted in a gynaecologists chair, ankles shackled to the stirrups and her wrists cuffed to the sidebars. Then Angel would whip her cunt, mound and inner thighs with a harsh riding crop until the womans blood and juices were splattering or until she nearly passed out, only to be brought back next day for more of the same treatment.

One day, an attractive woman came in to visit her with her daughter. Both had huge FF tits. The mother wanted the tits of her daughter reduced as she knew how uncomfortable it was to "carry" them.

“I can help you,” said Angel, grinning to herself. Both of them soon found themselves naked, standing face to face with their wrists cuffed behind them and meat hooks through their udders. They were hoisted up off their feet with a pulley, and then let down until their toes could just touch the floor, up and down they went, purely on the hooks through their tits. Finally the flesh gave way, their breasts were torn from their bodies and both fell down on the floor, howling in their agony.

“Reduced, arent they?” laughed Angel

Another time, a girlfriend of Angel was going to marry. They organised a bachelorette party which lasted for the whole evening and into the night. Then when the bride-to-be was to be taken home, totally drunk, or was it drugged, the taxi went instead to a deserted factory outside town. There waited a gang, about 27 Men, most of them black or Hispanic. The whole night they all used her. They were paid to do it, and the only restrictions would be, not killing her, and shoot their spunk only in her womb to breed her. Totally drunk or drugged, she wasnt able to neither resist nor protest.

Later she went to Angel for a check up, and Angel comforted her; no she wasnt pregnant, no she hadnt got any disease. After the marriage it was obvious she was pregnant, but could it be her husbands?

It was Angels idea of a joke: The girl was pregnant and appeared to have a severe sexual disease, and he, nothing… So even more embarrassing when the girl gave birth to a Hispanic baby boy!

It became slowly more serious, tortures more severe, as the regime got tougher on the population. One time, a woman was suspended up side down, shocked, whipped, water boarded. Female terrorists would be at Angel's mercy for many days before they howled to be killed, the agony they suffered being too much.

Her Father knew little of His Daughters activities until one day He collapsed after He received a tape of His abducted Wife and later when Her body was found. In a raid, the resistance had abducted His Wife and brought Her to their hideout, deep in the mountains. After She had been fucked and abused by the Leader for a whole day and night, She was dragged outside. A hole was dug, they put a mask on Her which had a tube, they forced Her to her knees and pushed Her head in the hole, which was then covered with soil. The tube was in a loop and came up under Her body to enable Her to keep breathing. Her arms were stretched out sideways and Her wrists bound to stakes in the ground. Her legs spread and Her ankles and knees bound to more stakes. She was nothing but a fuck toy.

Countless Men and Dogs used Her exposed and vulnerable holes. When all had shot their wad, the killing started: they skinned Her calves, Her toes and fingers were hacked off. With pincers, they cut Her clit and nipples, the wounds cauterized by hot knifes. They Cut and stabbed Her dangling udders, Her ass cheeks and Her thighs. The final execution came when Her rectum was cut open, and Her intestines were dragged out, at first by one Man, but then several hungry wild Dogs were let loose and They pulled and dragged Her bowels from Her body, eating while She was still barely alive.

Angel kept the video of Her Mothers terrible and agonised death and She savoured the sight while frantically masturbating. From that day on She started a business selling videos of when She was torturing Her female victims. The business went well and grew rapidly, videos being shipped all over the world.

When the Dictator was deposed and peace came in Her country, Angel hatched a plan. Her videos had reached the elite in the outside world. Those could be blackmailed. Therefore, an arrangement was made and She escaped from Her country, to become a respected fighter for the Human Rights in the world.


And now she, angel, had been thrown into a cell in the dungeon of my Lords Manor, waiting her fate.


Chapter 34 angels Last Torment

The four guards take angel out from her cell.

"You are to be punished for your abuse of His Lordships property. Each day you will have to endure an ordeal, every day different for as long as His Lordship wishes. For all these sessions, cumface will be present to observe your punishment, while she will be well treated. Do you understand the verdict?"

"Yes but…"

"Good, take her to the bench."

The Guards drag angel to a wooden bench, and lay her facedown on it. Her feet are hanging over one end and her head dangles down at the other end. Her legs are spread and held by strong leather straps at her ankles, knees and also at her waist. Her wrists are cuffed together under the bench.

On each side of the bench, a Guard takes position and alternately, They hit her back and buttocks with a heavy rope like whip; a wooden handle with twisted rope with knots. At first, angel grit her teeth, but it does not take long before she is screaming out from agony.  Meanwhile, the two other Guards grope me, put me in a reverse cowboy position and impale both my cunt and ass.

Now and then, They change the device on which angel is beaten, sometimes she is on the rack, her ass high, and then back on the bench. But always her back, ass and back thighs are severely caned, beaten, paddled or even hit with a metal steel wire attached to a wooden handle. Very skilfully, the Guards space out the caning. It lasts a big part of the day, while They take rest for Themselves by using my holes. While One is pumping in my arse, another shoots His load on my face, and so on.

Finally, at the end of the day, angel is fully numb and has screamed herself hoarse. Now, again she is bound on the bench, but now They twist her hair into a knot with a rope that leads to her ankles. Her feet are pulled upwards and her head pulled back, arching her back.

Then all four Guards take position at her feet, and all of them thwack the soles of her feet. The agony must be terrible for her; the feet turn into black very rapidly. This punishment is terrible even for me to watch.

"Ggannnaaaa ppplleeeaaasssee, nnnnoooooo," cries angel. But to no avail. The guards are determined to inflict the maximum pain on her feet. Repeatedly, They beat her toes and feet, until all her toes are black and the soles are bloody.

They drag her back into the cell. But the cruelty is not over; They make her squat on her mashed feet in a corner of the cell, a metal bar at the height of her waist keeping her in that position, unable to sit, nor to stand.

But her hands are free, and as soon the Guards are gone, she comforts herself by stroking her cunt-lips and clit, grunting like an animal from pain and lust.

And in between, she weeps, terrified of what would be the next torment.

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she doesnt have long to wait to find out. The Guards grab angel, and drag her back to the torture room. A metal yoke is placed on her shoulders, her neck locked in the middle, her wrists at each end. Then, by means of steel cables attached to the ends of the yoke she is lifted until her feet are dangling in mid air. They shove an upside down milking stool under her feet, her toes stretching to balance on the legs of the stool. Two of the Guards start flogging and whipping her. Turning her slowly around so that They did not miss one part of her body with Their severe lashes. Another Guard shoves a bowl filled with glowing coals on the seat of the stool, so while dancing under the striping whiplashes she performs a sexy dance; kicking her legs in the air while screaming and crying from pure pain.

Then three huge black Men enter. At their sight, angel gasps, she recognises Them at once. she used them to deflower young virgin girls; the daughters of the prisoners. And mostly They would also rape the girls arses. In other times angel would smile at the recollection how the girls would struggle, begging; unaware what was to come, and when finished with a double penetration, they were mostly already passed out. And now they are here, for her of course.

"Tell me, slut, which do you prefer, white cock, or black cock?" they mock her.

"Bbbllaackkk CCCooccckk, ooff cccoouurse," she stutters, desperate not to anger Them.

"Liar!” shouts one of the Men and He punches her in her face, "I know you hate black cock, but no worries, you will get white cock." The three Men take Their Cocks out, and all three sprinkle Their Cocks with salt until They are fully white.

In the corner of the room, where i am cowering, i observe the scene, wondering what the objective of this is. Apparently, it is part of a rare ritual in deep dark Africa where the Cock is "salted" in order to avoid lust in a newly married woman when penetrated on the first night with her new husband. The salt sucks all her juices out.

Fully restrained, angel wails at the sight, and the upcoming torment. The First takes His position in front of her, spreads her legs, grabs her ass and impales her cunt with His "white" Cock. In moments she is screaming from the searing pain of the big Cock dry ripping her open. The only "advantage" is that she is lifted from the heat of the glowing coals under her feet.

The second Black Man takes His position behind her, parts her ass cheeks and, while she pants, "no, no, no, please, dont", He spears His white Cock deep between her ass cheeks, ripping open her ass-ring. Both bang angels holes, searing and ripping her open; the salt drying any lubing juice. Trapped between the two Men, she wails, cries and begs for Them to stop.

Meanwhile, i shrink into the corner watching the scene and although i have been trained to be the perfect slave and have both endured and witnessed horrifying treatments, I must admit that i am enjoying the view of angel being harshly fucked in both holes. But, inevitably, I am not allowed to go unused and the Bodyguards notice me and begin to alternately use my holes as They watch angels torment.

The three Men use angel, until They blow Their seed deep in her. "Now you are wet," They grin.

Then the Twins enter. "Nooooo!!!" angel screams, "No, no, no, no, please let me go."

Back in her country, angel had used the Twins in the interrogation rooms. They are both huge strong Men; easily 2 meters tall and weighing about 150kg. Their hands were so strong They easily squeezed a neck until Their victim died. They were used to break the prisoners… literally, bone by bone, until the victim babbled; anything to stop the monsters. Sometimes They would hold "competitions" between Themselves and other Interrogators as to who could kill the most victims. The Twins always won, They could kill one in each hand at the time.

And now They are here.

They lift angel, clutch her in between Them and, without a word, impale her in her cunt and ass. Their monstrous Cocks ram into her, destroying her soft inner walls, already ravaged by the black Cocks. Both the Twins Cocks piston hard, methodically, deep; the Cockheads mashing whatever they bounced to. Both pairs of hands clawing, grabbing and pinching her tits, waist and ass cheeks, it makes her wail and scream in terrible agony.

In the mean time the three Black Men, quite well lubed by this time, take over from the Bodyguards and use me in all three holes. Riding one huge Cock in my cunt, another penetrates me from behind and the third fucks my throat.

But always, I have a clear view of angel being tormented, by the Twins. And as i watch angels torment a feeling of guilt comes over me. Only recently, this was Lady Angel; my lover; Domme to my sub. Did she overstep the mark? His Lordship is so possessive of me; His slave; His property.

But while angel screams from the harsh treatment, i come and come and come as my three holes are flooded with the cum of the Black Men.

Totally wrecked, angel is dragged back to the cell. Face down, her ankles are bound to a pole, her wrists pulled backwards and bound to the same pole, she is then left alone in her misery.

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It must seem like an eternity to angel that she is bound in that horrible position before she is dragged back into the medieval torture room. What angel cant know is that in that time i am ordered to my Lord's room to entertain His Lordship and His Friend, a powerful Politician.

His Lordship roughly grabs me by the neck and bobs my head up and down on His mighty Cock; His throbbing Gland stretching and filling my gullet, making me gag because lack of air. Pulling my hair, He pulls out, only to force His Cock down my throat even more violently. Mercilessly, He fucks my face. With His free hand, He presses His hard balls against my chin; the entire length of His Cock stuffed in my mouth and throat. Clearly, He is enjoying His well trained, well fucked whore.

At the same time, the Politician straddles me and impales my arse. He rides me roughly; His Gland stretching open my bowels. 

Finally, They both spurt Their hot loads deep in my holes.

After the two Men are finished with me, i am made to entertain Them for the rest of the evening. The Guards place me on a Sybian; tying me in position and forcing me to ride the machine and to come and come over and over again until, totally exhausted and out of my mind with orgasms, i beg for release.

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Yet again angel is dragged into the medieval torment room and again i am forced to watch as she suffers. This time she is laid face up across a ragged wooden beam. Her arms are stretched and bound together to a pole behind her. Both legs are pulled back and bound to the beam, her naked body in a perfect ballet split, her mound and cunt exposed and vulnerable. One of the Torturers forces a long, sharp skewer through both of her tits. Rope is tied to each end of the skewer and by this her tits are pulled and lifted until they are stretched out into two cones of flesh. her cries of pain are soon silenced by the introduction a small water hose into her gullet, big enough to keep her vocal cords silenced, but small enough to allow her to breathe.

But this is not the cause of her most discomfort.

A bucket full of water is mounted above her, in front of her eyes; the hose in her throat is attached to a tap in the base of the bucket. And then they open the tap and the water begins to drip into her throat. she must be experiencing the feeling of being drowned, but she can still breathe, though with some rasping sounds. 

They keep the bucket full of water, and steadily her belly swells. Her head held firmly, there was no way to escape the water torture. Two other Men insert a medieval torture pear into her vagina. The old torture device is opened up to spread her cunt wide open so They can shove a full hand into her.

her cunt-lips are pierced with strong barbed fishing hooks and, with wires, They hold the petals of her inner cunt-lips stretched wide open. Then, with heated leather sewing needles They pierce the inner walls of her cunt. The pain must be severe, but trapped as she is, only the trembling loins betrayed her agony she had to be in. Another flogged her with a bull whip, while the skewer in her tits was heated with a flame. And they continued to empty buckets of water till her belly was ready to burst.

Meanwhile one Guard lifts me puts me on His cock, and i am made to ride Him while watching angel being tortured, then i am pushed down and another Cock penetrates my cunt; both Guards taking turns to pump me, flooding my cunt with Their Cum as They ride me to climax. The Men fucking me as i watch angels torment makes me crazy with lust. The Men fuck me in my arse and my cunt or even both together. Suddenly, They succeed to poke my cunt with two Cocks at the same time and number three straddles me and impales my asshole, which makes me roar out loud with pure lewd lust.

angel is beaten on the soles of her feet, her clit burned with iron pincers, her belly heavily beaten with a bamboo cane and her womb opened with a pear. her body betrays the agony it is in by the bucking of her hips and the convulsions of her limbs.

Then, suddenly, her movements are silenced and just at that moment. i am penetrated from behind by a Cock thrust deep into my cunt. The Cock is withdrawn and then thrust deeply and powerfully into arsehole. At once i know it is Him, my Lord. His mighty powerful Gland mashes my bowels, then my womb. But each thrust deep inside me is like a butterfly carrying me to lustful heaven. Climax after climax i reach, while watching cross-eyed, as if through a mist, the continuing torture of angel. But that only adds even more to my endless orgasms.

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Back in her cell, angel crawls across the hard stone floor, wailing and howling from the pain, searching in vain for some relief. But instead she is dragged out again and again to undergo more and more tortures. Her womb is squeezed with pincers; electroshocks sent through her cunt, her areolas are burned with soldering irons. All the tortures she inflicted in her time to her victims are now inflicted on her. And each time, i am there, well used while forced to watch my previous lover.

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Then angel disappeared and later i hear that, one dark rainy night, angel is expelled over the border and returned to her own country. Deep in a forest, in some remote village she is put to hard labour, day after day. And in the night she is used as a sex slave for all peasant Men and their Sons.

Then, one day when the Men are away in the big town for a cattle trade fair, all the women of the village attack angel. They beat her, belt her and break her bones. Then they shove big skewers, usually used for a pig, into her arse and cunt, and another in her mouth. They bind her wrists and ankles to the irons and she is placed over a roaring fire. Once in a while someone bastes her body with oil and fat, and the whole turned slowly over the fire. It takes hours and hours before her body stops bucking and convulsing and her eyes stare blankly. 

The Men return that evening and a big feast is held to celebrate the prosperous trade They had in town, and They all praise the nice piece of meat the women had prepared for Them.


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