1. Chace McCartson - Part VII


    Date: 11/18/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy Authoritarian, BDSM Bondage and restriction Extreme, Hardcore Male/Teen Female Rape Stockholm Syndrome, Torture, Young Author: A2O, Source: sexstories.com

    Hey guys. It's been almost one year and I know that. I don't even know if I still have readers out there (again). Anyway, there's the seventh part of the story. Enjoy. Here goes some considerations: - Even if there are some good conventional sex scenes and possibly a good dose of romance to come, this story tends to get darker as it goes. - I'm not an English speaker and I know I make a lot of mistakes, but I have no one to proof-read for me in time to post, cause I'm really busy and the only time I have I write and I post, so, sorry for any mistake or error. - All the characters follows the stipulated by the site in what regards to character's age. ***WARNING*** What follows is a fictional story which has focus on slavery and rape, but not made to offend anyone. If you feel offended by kidnapping, raping, humiliation or torture of any kind, please, quit reading. Cheers, A2O -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chace McCartson - Part VII "Here it is, this is the only chance you'll have to ask me to do something for you. You can learn how to live here or say a single word, and this will all be over. Do you prefer to die?" Candy looked me in the eyes, desperate, and after only a few seconds of consideration, she shook her head, crying. "I'll always want an answer. I want you to say it." "I-I don't w-wanna die" She stammered sobbing. I pulled off the knife, then I bent to kiss that tiny drop ...
    ... of blood formed on her beautiful breast and I left, not saying a word. I went to the other room, to the torture room. I planned on fucking Candy now, but I couldn't forget about Erika. When I came in, there was my porcelain skinned petite beauty; nude, gagged, hogtied, her knees and elbows over the wooden table. The yellow dildo plunged deep inside her perfect little pussy. It would be stupid of me to let her too much time with something vibrating inside her, after I almost killed her some weeks ago. I knew this single dildo, especially the yellow one, my most harmless toy both in girth and potency couldn't do the job, but I just couldn't risk it. She was moaning softly and trembling as always. I came near her from behind and soon as she noticed my presence her breath quickened. When I touched her pussy, caressing her tiny clit with my thumb, she squirmed violently, rope holding her in place. I took her left cheek in my palm; her grayish blue eyes were wet and expectant. "Baby girl, I'll make you come, and then I'll take you upstairs. You stay there and do not cause me any trouble, ok?" She nodded, a thin line of saliva running down her chin and I didn't lose time. I passed an arm beneath her, reaching her groin, starting circular motion over her sensitive spot. With the other hand I used the dildo to fuck her slowly. "Huugh... Uuuuuhhhhhh...." She arched, or tried, to arch her back. Her little toes curled and her fingers clawed the edge of the table. In no time her moaning ...
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