1. Kelly's punishment


    Date: 10/26/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy Anal BDSM Bondage and restriction Discipline, Domination/submission Humiliation Non-consensual sex Oral Sex Rape Author: darkpunysher, Source: sexstories.com

    ... of her shackles. She hears footsteps walking away from her, feeling a small enough amount of courage to look towards the sound only to hear metal on metal as the chain on her restraints is pulled upwards to the ceiling. She watches as it begins to tighten it's hold on her. Pulling. Dragging. It makes her stand up and leaves her with only her heels barely touching the cold concrete beneath her. She looks up at the dim light above her wondering what's going to happen? Why is this happening? Before her thoughts can get any further the attacker, this evil man, walks over to her and enters the light. Shocked, she realizes it's the same man watching her from afar at the club earlier that night. He says nothing, only a wicked smile and a look of hunger in his eyes. The hunger for pain. To inflict it on others. They lock eyes for only a second before he's beside her, kneeling down as he puts shackles around both of her ankles. Her legs are spread apart wide enough for anything to get between them, or for anything to get inside her if it wished. She can her foots steps again, he a walking circles around her as if looking at a piece of meat for a beast. She tries to move, to pull against the restraints that rob her of freedom, only to hang limp in failure. After what seems like several minutes of being watched she hers him walk away again. He doesn't stay gone for long unfortunately, as he walks back and stays shrouded in shadow, allowing only his hand to be shown in the low ...
    ... light. To her horror, in his hand, a knife is held lightly. As if a part of him. More walking. He's behind her. She stops breathing, fear taking over as he's right behind her. His breath on her neck as he starts to do what he loves. Tormenting and inflicting. His hand raised up to the base of her neck, the tip of the knife against her skin. She can feel it pressed harder to her skin as he slides it downwards, cutting her soft skin as well as her shirt, stopping at her waist once the shirt falls open. Her bra is then unhooked with a quick snap as he continues cutting her shirt off. The strips of cloth fall to the ground first as the bra, torn and ripped falls next to them. Her breasts are exposed to the cold air, forcing her nipples to get hard. She feels a hand touch her back, covered with a leather glove, admiring her body as I slides around her. She's pulled against him. His hand glides over her breasts with ease. He rubs both her nipples, moving them around in circles with his fingers. It is long before her fear let's her go and she tries to pull away from him, to no avail. He quickly stops her thrashing by pinching and twisting her nipples as tightly as possible, squeezing them so hard they could bust. She tries to hold it in but can no longer. She screams loudly. Its music to him. He lets go only to continue with her wardrobe. He slowly begins to cut skirt apart down the middle from behind her, letting the ruined item fall between her legs. All she has left is her thong, ...
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