Breaking Faith

Toy Demonstration

“Hello Toy,” Willow greeted as she strode into Faith’s bedroom.

”Hello Queen. Hello Mistress.” The sexy Slayer replied as she scurried into the expected submissively knelt position. Even with her soft dark eyes fixed to the floor, the busty Bostonian couldn’t fail to note her two owners’ sexy attire.

Kennedy was dressed in a zip-up, barely over her curved butt navy-blue blue one-piece spandex outfit that zipped up the front, the word ‘Police’ on her left breast. Her outfit was accentuated by high-heeled, knee-length leather boots and a black peaked cap.

Willow’s outfit was rather more conservative, skin-tight vinyl black pants and a light blue ‘Police’ shirt that left several inches of creamy-white midriff daringly visible, and a black cap sat on top of her red locks.

Willow affectionally patted the buxom Bostonian’s head. “Good Toy,” the witch tickled her just under her chin’s dimple. “You’re such a good little pet.”

Kennedy shook her head. “You spoil her, Willow. Toy, put these on and be quick about it.”

Faith nodded quickly taking the clothes off her co-owner and dressing. In seconds she was tottering on four inch heels, a black and white vertically striped ruffled skirt that only just covered her perfectly tight tush, and a matching short-sleeved bra-top tied at the front with the word ‘Jail’ on the right boob and ‘Bait’ on the left boob written in right.

“Very nice,” Kennedy approved as she fastened the chain to the curvy beauty’s collar, her other hand reaching under the skirt to teach the slave’s bald pussy. “We’re taking you out.”

Faith revelled in the looks and comments she got as her owners walked her through the shopping mall of the town they’d settled in, only magically teleporting to Sunnydale when Willow decided. She especially enjoyed the jealous looks she got from other women who wished Faith was their bitch instead of belonging to her perfect owners. Occasionally a giggling Willow would send a gust of wind up her ruffled skirt fluttering it up, displaying her naked baby-bald pussy and fuckable ass for all to leer at.

After a few lingerie shops where she modelled for her owners, changing in and out of her outfits on the shop floor for anyone to see, they’d gone into a lesbian bookstore where Willow had paid for their purchases by having Faith strip for the clapping staff to ‘Jailhouse Rock’. Then the curvy submissive had spent her lunchtime lap dancing while Willow and Kennedy had enjoyed both a lunch and a couple of lap dances in exchange for loaning their slut to the club. Then her owners took her into a sex shop.

One side of the shop was stacked with adult magazines and the other side with porno videos, but every man and woman in the shop turned towards them. Willow ignored them all to march to the counter, dragging the sultry slave behind her. “You sell toys here don’t you?”

The shop owner, a short, chubby man with sweat dripping down him, tore his bespectacled eyes away from the Bostonian’s flawless bust to look towards Willow. “Yes ma’am. A full range.”

“Would you like to run a demonstration with our little pet?” Kennedy queried. “Right in the centre of the shop where all your customers can watch?”

”Oh hell yeah!” cried a burly, shaven-headed black man.

“I really wanna see that piece naked!” commented a dyed-job blonde who was stood next to the lesbian DVDs.

A chorus of cheers and lewd remarks greeted Kenendy’s suggestion, quickly turning into a clapped chant. “Take them off! Take them off!”

Kennedy turned to the busty Bostonian, snatched a handful of her dark locks, and yanked her head back. “Well?” the Potential imperiously demanded. “Get on with it, bitch!”

“Yes Mistress.” The dark-tressed beauty tugged on the knot on the front of her bra. The east coast sexpot’s full, high tits bounced free, displaying her flawlessly shaped chest and long, cherry-red nipples for the crowd to leer at. Then she pulled at the Velcro at the side of her skirt. The crowd’s cheers increased at the sight of her smoothly, long legs, firm, round behind, and pinkly bald pussy. Soon they were crowding around, desperate for the hedonistic show to begin.

The shop owner rushed to the back of his business, returning with his arms full of toys. “Someone close and lock the door, and pull the window shutters down, then we’ll start.”

“You can do anything you want with Toy, except sticking your thing in her,” Willow ordered. “Anything at all. The rest of you, just watch.”

The shop owner drooled at the busty beauty, the crotch of his dirty grey trousers bulging at her display of wanton submissiveness. From the look in his eyes, he was going to take his time enjoying her charms. “Hands behind your back, dear.”

The Slayer meekly obeyed. After a long leer at her front, her ample chest pushed out even further by her hands behind her back, the shop owner walked around behind her. The adult store businessman’s sweaty palms slid up the submissive beauty’s slender hips, and squeezed her fleshy, ripe ass before clipping a pair of cuffs on, Faith shuddering with heart-hammering anticipation of the ordeal that was to come.

“Now,” the man put his hand on Faith’s head and pushed the dark-haired beauty into her rightful position, on her knees before her betters, “to gag her. After all, we want her really helpless don’t we?” Cheers of agreement and several suggestive remarks met the man’s comments. “We could use a ball, bit, or funnel gag but I decided on a ring, because at least then, you’ve still got access to that purty little mouth.”

The naked tramp’s cupid-shaped mouth opened instinctively when the shop owner pinched her snub nose. The moment her full lips parted, the man slid a silver ring into her mouth, and fastened it in place behind her head. “Doesn’t she look delightful?”

“Look at that ass!” commented one of the men. “It’s some round piece of art!”

“Love to open that sweet little pussy up!” another man leered.

“I bet her mouth’s magic!” drooled a chubby black woman.

“Let’s start work on those jugs.” The sex shop business man cupped and squeezed her tits, thumbs and fingers running over the smooth, unblemished flesh, his trousered cock pressing into her shoulder as he leaned over her. The man sighed reluctantly before running his callused thumbs over her nipples before placing a breast pump’s suction cup over her right nipple and beginning to work the hand pump.

“Gaaaah.” The sultry beauty moaned into her gag, drool running down her chin. Her tits bounced and hips writhed as the suction worked its magic, swelling the already ample breasts. “Gaaaaah.” Her dark eyes rolled and ass and boobs jumped with every pump.

”Man,” drawled the shaven-headed black, “what a slut. Anything will turn her on.”

“She’s one horny bitch,” agreed a slender red-head, her camera phone held out so she could record every minute of the tamed temptress’ public degradation.

“Every lesbian should have one,” agreed a butch-looking brunette also using her phone to record the panting warrior’s humiliation. “She’s just so sluttily accommodating.”

After he’d engorged both of the restrained seductress’ boobs, the seedy business man put the pump down and began playing with the Slayer’s nipples. His strokes, tweaks, and rubs soon had the submissive Bostonian panting into her gag, drool running down her chin as she pushed her chest out further, begging wordlessly for more. “She’s really incredibly lustful,” remarked a flabby man who reminded the broken toy of the Simpsons’ ‘Comic Book-Guy’ as he taped her debasement. “I bet there’s nothing she wouldn’t do to get out.”

The once-sassy street tough whined as the sweaty businessman began to diligently rub a balm onto her nipples making them gleam and heat up. Faith wriggled in helpless arousal, long tresses stroking her naked shoulders, as her cherry-red nubbins hardened until she thought they were going to pop off. “As you can see,” the shop-owner licked his corpulent lips as he watched her, “this balm stimulates the nipple. Which only adds to the impact of this.”

The watching crowd cheered and the curvy brunette groaned when the man quickly clamped both her erect nipples, the tingling imemdiately turning to throbbing. “These clamps,” the sultry sextoy moaned an inarticulate protest when the man began tugging and twisting on the steel clamps, sending shooting pains through her poor nips, before continuing. “These clamps are the best in business. They’re remote controlled so you can increase and decrease both tightness and vibration of the clamps on the wearer as well as giving you individual control of the left and right nipple.” The man passed the control to Kennedy. “Why don’t you look after this for me?”

“Love to.”

Faith bounced on her haunches, breath coming in strangled gasps as her owner turned the settings up to their agonising maximum. Her full tits swung hypnotically and eyes bulged as she squirmed and writhed lasciviously until her laughing owner turned the control to more sedate settings.

“Oh man!” laughed a businessman. “Never seen a pair of hooters jump like that!”

“Never seen pain look so sexy,” leered a leather-clad blonde.

The shop owner beamed at the audience’s approval. “Now here we have some weighted bells.” Faith grunted as the bells were fitted to her clamps, the added weight tugging on her nipples, but by now they were throbbing so much she barely felt the extra discomfort. The fat man grinned as he tinkled the bells. “You’ll be able to hear the wearer cumming for sure with these on!”

Cheers and laughs greeted the fat man’s puns. The businessman pushed the subjugated enchantress onto her back. “Legs apart. Once the supple stunner had obeyed, the shop owner knelt between her long, smooth legs. “What a pretty pussy.”

“She’s got one fine-looking twat,” praised the shaven-headed black.

”Oh yeah,” the slender red-head lifted her phone for a close-up, “she’s as bald and tight as a virgin teen.”

”Virgin teen?” the butch-looking brunette jeered. “I bet this skank hasn’t been a virgin since before her teens!”

The restrained beauty writhed and thrashed helplessly as Kennedy continued to play with the remote control stimulate her nipples, the bells continually ringing mockingly. Her arousal increased as the obese pornographer began to play with her labia, tugging, stroking, and pinching her pussy lips, his breath hot on her hairless twat. Her womanly hips arched, slender belly undulated, and full tits heaved, a sweaty sheen giving her skin an ivory hue.

Just as she was about to cum the man stopped and unwrapped a nine inch pencil thin vibrator. The sexy babe moaned into her gag as the man turned it on, its buzzing filling the air. The once free-spirited temptress shuddered as fatty began to stroke the vibrator all over her already tingling melons. Her trim belly trembled as the man eased it down her lithe body, completing several lazy circles around her belly-button before continuing down. Her hips pushed towards the vibrator, desperate to have it inside her, not only for herself but also so she could cum for her audience and thus please her owners. Her labia twitched madly as the grinned man slipped it up and down her pink lips.

“What a whore!” jeered a severe-faced woman in her early fifties, her camera phone fixed on the bucking beauty. “The slut doesn’t care we’re here, just as long as she cums.”

”Well she’s not going to,” the adult store owner laughed lasciviously as he turned the vibrator off.

Faith sobbed into her gag. Her nubile body yearning for release, Faith stared up pleadingly, desperate for her merciful climax.

“Look at the skank!” the comic book guy laughed. “She’s desperate for it.”

”She’s completely broken,” snorted the leather-clad blonde. “She’ll do anything to please her doms. They’ve done an amazing job on her.”

“Aaaaaaaa!” Faith’s lithely muscled back arched when Kennedy suddenly turned both nipple clamps back up to maximum. The watching crowd jeered and leered at the sultry sexpot’s helpless gyrations. “Owwww! Oooooo!”

After a few agonising seconds, Kennedy lowered the settings, allowing Faith to slump wearily back to the threadbare carpet. “Now let’s add to the stimulation.” Faith wriggled and groaned as the man expertly worked her nubbin out of its protective fleshy sheath.

The adult store owner pulled out her clittie and placed a vibrating suction cup over it. Faith drooled into her gag as the man began to use the pump to create a vacuum, engorging her clit, until it was tingling and trembling. The man grinned as he pulled the pump off the swollen nubbin before starting to attach a butterfly vibrator with stretchable straps.

“Damn,” remarked an unseen man, “even her clittie’s cute.” The Slayer’s rounded rear lifted off the dingy carpet as the man fixed the vibrator and strapped it around her tiny waist.

The pornographer pulled away with a grin and pulled out a remote. “This beauty has six settings!” The tamed temptress’ sensual hips arched lewdly when the laughing business hit the maximum for a split-second before turning it down. “As you can see it’s quite powerful,” the man basked in the others’ laughs before passing the control to Willow. “Maybe you’d like to control your bitch, miss.”

Willow laughed. “I think I would.”

For the next few minutes Willow and Kennedy tormented the cuffed slave, forcing her to put on a demeaning but very sexy show for her watching audience. Her firm tits bounced and full rump rubbed up and down the dirty carpet as sweat flew off her gyrating, shaking body. Her full mane billowed beneath her as she panted and moaned, drool flowing uncontrollably from her gagged mouth. Even in the rare moments of rest, her ample bosom heaved as she fought desperately for every breath.

“Wow,” the chubby black woman gasped, her camera-phone recording the curvy brunette’s ordeal. “They’ve really broken her. The little slut will do anything for them.”

“Please ladies,” the portly businessman spoke up. “If you don’t mind I have a love egg to place in our plaything.”

The voluptuous stunner moaned as her glistening frame was allowed to slump back to the carpet. “Thank you.” The man smiled at Faith’s giggling owners before kneeling between Faith’s sprawled legs, and placing his thumb and forefinger in the captive Slayer’s wet cunny. The crowd moaned along with Faith as he prised her moistness apart. The sultry lovely looked up and watched spell-bound as the man slid a silver egg shaped object into her hot fuck channel, she looked around, for the first time truly conscious of just how many people were watching. She’d done a couple of girls while their buddies watched to pay the rent back in Boston, but never anything like this or with anything like this size of an audience. This was degrading even for her. The man stepped back, the leering crowd watching in rapt attention, silent for the first time since their entertainment had begun.

Then Kennedy spoke, voice filled with a hoarse eagerness. “Everything on maximum.”

The sexy submissive’s lithely muscled back arched impossibly, only her shoulders and rear remaining on the carpet. Her clamped tits and clittie, and her filled pussy exploded into over-stimulation as all three controllers hit maximum. Her nipples and clit seemed to almost spring off her nubile body and her pussy juices flooded out of her, a seemingly endless well as the gorgeous brunette’s melons bounced and her ass jiggled, sweat flying off her shuddering body.

”Oh fuck!” growled the shaven-headed black, one hand on his cock, the other on his camera phone. “This bitch can cum!”

“Oh yeah!” commented the middle-aged woman. “Forget Jenna Jameson and Tera Patrick, this skank puts them to shame!”

Faith slumped back to the floor, her curvy body still trembling, when all three of her controllers turned their machines down to their lowest setting, leaving her lying in her own cunt juices. The adult store owner reached between her legs and eased the egg out from her pussy. The Slayer quivered as the leering businessman took the cum-soaked egg and rolled it all over her flat belly, leaving it cum-streaked. She’d cum once, but she figured it was just the start, these people were going to get full use of the sexy slut loaned to them for their amusement.

Eventually the man dropped the egg onto the floor, took Faith by her shapely hips and flipped her over onto her front, pulling the plaything up onto her knees, before moving her into just the position he wanted her in, like she was nothing more than a doll to be used for his hedonistic pleasure. Her face and tits were soon pressed into the carpet, her legs lewdly spread, and tight tush jilting up invitingly.

“Wow!” leered Comic-Book Guy. “What a bubble butt!”

“Round, firm, and high,” approved the shaven-headed black. “Ain’t ever seen a honky piece with that nice an ass.”

“Oh that’s a peach of a butt,” added the dye-job blonde. “I’d like to take a bite out of it.”

As the crowd photographed and commented on her ass’ allure, Willow and Kennedy continued to tease her with their controllers, making her nubile body twitch with spasmodic sensuality. At the same time the adult store owner slid his hands up and down her full globes, fingers stroking her smooth, unblemished flesh. After stroking her curved butt for a while, he began to squeeze her rounded rump. The sultry prisoner moaned her discomfort when his fingers dug deep into her and twisted, experimentally tugging to see just how far he could pull the coal-eyed beauty’s cheeks.

The Slayer shuddered, her discomfort increasing when both her owners briefly turned their controllers all the way up before adjusting them back down. “The thing to remember is always lube up before starting.” The fat man giggled. “Unless she’s been a naughty girl!”

The horny brunette moaned as the man cupped a butt cheek and tugged it to one side. Next he slowly worked a cold finger into her deep anus, twisting it from side to side as he did so, slowly opening her up. “She’s ready,” the man announced. “Next we’re gonna use a plug on her.”

”Oh yes!” shrilled the grey-haired woman. “I can’t wait to see this trailer trash ho with a plug in that butt!”

“I can’t believe how tight she looks,” the slender red-head commented. “You just know a well-trained slave like her has taken plenty up her ass!”

“And not just one at the time either!” yelled another voice.
The crowd cheered as the man produced a butt plug and stroked its cold end over the sexy sub’s anal opening. “As you can see its seven inches long, one wide at the top to two and a half inches at the base, and ribbed with a flared end.

The once sassy street-fighter meekly awaited for her humiliation to begin. Feeling the steel cold tip at her bunghole she forced herself to relax as it was remorselessly twisted and probed into her shit channel. “She really is incredibly narrow,” the chubby shop owner added to her debasement with a running commentary and an affectionate grope of her glistening behind. “Three inches so far!”

“Come on!” yelled the shaven-headed black. “Get it in!”

The shop owner laughed before continuing. He twisted and pushed, every poke making Willow and Kennedy’s plaything gasp at the increased intrusion, the icy steel spreading her rectum, making her whimper as it rubbed against her anal walls’ nerve endings. “It really is a struggle,” the man grunted. “But to judge from her moaning, she really enjoys it.” Finally her cute little anus was fully spread, the plug’s flared base pressing against her fleshy globes. “Wriggle your rear around dear,” the man ordered. “Let your fans see.”

The busty Bostonian timidly obeyed, rotating her tight tush in a sensually slow circle to her audience’s appreciatively loud cheers. “Now we’ve stimulated her pink little bottie, what’s next?” The shop owner’s fingers stroked Faith’s plump butt. “Some plugs inflate and expand, stretching he wearer even more.” Faith whined into her gag. “But this one vibrates. Ladies?”

The curvy brunette gasped when her tits, clit, and anus went into sudden stimulation over-load, the toys attached or inside them vibrating wildly. The crowd laughed and clapped as the entrapped temptress thrashed and wriggled uncontrollably, caught in an orgasmic trap. The east coast sexpot’s forehead, tender tits, and naked knees rubbed painfully against the carpet while her slender hips bobbed up and down, sweat droplets flying off the broken Bostonian’s delectably wobbling ass. Milky juices spurted out of the Slayer’s hot fuck channel, soaking her slender inner thighs and drenching the carpet. Once she’d finished cumming, the man pulled the plug out and her owners lowered the controllers’ intensity.

“Wow,” laughed the leather-clad woman. “When that tramp cums, she really cums.”

”I just love the way her tush wriggles,” grinned the chubby black woman, her camera fixed on the naked beauty.

“Now we’re going to double-team this piece of eye-candy,” the shop owner patted Faith’s tantalisingly tilted ass. “First we’ve got some anal beads. This particular brand are called ‘The Rainbow’. As you can see there’s seven of them, each in a different colour.” The prostrated beauty moaned into her gag as the man lazily trailed the cold silicone beads up and down her glistening back, lithe muscles twitching uncontrollably. “The smallest ‘Red’ is only an inch in diameter, they go up half an inch in diameter to the biggest, ‘Violet’. That’s four inches for our little girl to take!”

“That bitch can take it!” laughed the businessman.

The man pushed two fingers into the debased slave’s anus, prising her pretty pinkness apart, and spreading her rosebud. More than one of the watching crowd moved in to take a close-up of the once-wild Slayer’s splayed flower, spurred on by Kennedy’s coarse encouragement.

After displaying the subjugated Bostonian’s most private place, the man began to ease the beads into Faith, teasingly pulling the first couple in and out, stimulating her walls and making her pant and whine, before continuing with the rest. Eventually the perspiring Slayer was stuffed full. The man turned the toy on, the beads teasingly vibrating inside of her.

”Look at the crude slut go!” Comic Book Guy commented as Faith’s ass began to bounce uncontrollably under the unexpected stimulation. “No porn star would take this sort of debasement!”

“And now for the real fun.” The Slayer felt something soft and rubbery sliding up and down her left thigh. “A nice thick eight inches.”

”Oh come on!” protested the shaven-headed black. “This bitch can take eight inches easy!”

“Yes!” agreed the leather-clad woman. “You’ve got to have something bigger! Stick it to the little tramp!”

“I wanna see if she could take a big man!” agreed the comic book guy. “Make her work for it!”

“Alrighty then.” Faith shuddered as the comforting rubber languidly stroking her leg was replaced by cold, hard steel. “I’ve got the Impaler, ten hard inches.”

”Give it to her!” the grey-haired woman shrilled. “Shove it in the ripe bitch’s cunt. Let’s get the little whore cumming on film again!”

”Give it to the trailer trash!” shrilled the chubby black woman, jealousy of Faith’s beauty’s burning in her eyes.

“Oh yes.” The dye-job blonde was next to comment. “Make the little bitch work for it. I like to really open up my tramps!”

“Oh yes,” the severe-faced woman giggled, the same jealousy she’d seen in the fat black’s eyes blazing in her orbs, “I want to see the little skank screech!”

“I do like how her body thrashes,” mused the slender red-head. “Rip open the whore’s twat!”

“Okay!”

The brunette beauty’s dark eyes widened as her velvety folds spread before the cold, thick intruder. The sultry seductress’ helpless stimulation increased when all three vibrating devices fixed to her were adjusted to their maximum settings, pulsing currents flowing constantly through her most sensitive areas. Soon the sexy slave’s hips were pushing against the see-sawing dildo with alluring insistence. The enslaved girl grunted ignored pleas into her gag each time the grinding phallus completely penetrated her wetly throbbing twat. God, it went so deep and felt so hard, it felt like she was being split in two.

The full-chested beauty saw stars as her pussy finally collapsed around the intruding toy. The shapely slave’s tits, face, and knees rubbed frantically on the ground as the man skilfully elongated her orgasm by simultaneously yanking the vibrating beads out of her quivering ass. Her sphincter went into wild convulsions, further orgasmic waves crashing over the thrashing beauty, cunt fluids gushing out of the shrieking into her gag plaything.

“Fucking hell!” the businessman commented as the still-twitching Slayer sunk limblessly to the floor. “That was the best yet.”

“And we’ve got in all on film!” rejoiced the slender red-head. “Every depraved minute!”

”And we’re not finished yet,” the shop owner gleefully announced. The black-eyed beauty moaned an unintelligible appeal for respite as the man began to feel her up. His clammy palms slid all over her voluptuously enticing body as he took off the nipple clamps and clit stimulator. Once that was done, the pornographer took a hold of the lustful plaything’s slender hips and dragged her up, so once again her tits and face were pressed into the barely there carpet and her plump butt raised up invitingly into the air. “Of course, part of having a pliant pet like this is discipline.”

“Oh yeah,” squawked the chubby black woman. “Bet she was an uppity bitch until they taught her her place!”

“But I bet the little slut needs constant reminders!” laughed Comic Book Guy.

“For this cute little butt you need a wooden paddle,” continued the fat man. “I prefer a studded surface.”

The curvy brunette gasped as the paddle crashed into her bare butt, glistening globes bouncing hypnotically, the studs digging in. Her tender ass was aching by the time the eighth strike. By the twelfth the pain was deepening, red welts covering her once flawlessly alabaster behind. At fifteen, tears formed in her eyes even as her pussy began to heat up, her training meaning pain and pleasure went hand in hand, breath coming in pants and sweat dripping off her. At twenty, the man stopped, Faith sighing in relief as she heard the paddle clatter to the ground.

“Of course,” the man said as he flipped the restrained beauty on her front and dragged up to her haunches. Sweat had matted her hair to her face, and her front was covered in dust. “You won’t want to limit your attack to just the butt. Even a cute little tush like hers.” The man smiled at the crowd’s laughs. “There’s also those big, round boobs. But you want pin-point accuracy for those tits so I use the cane. Great for the schoolhouse fantasy.”

Faith whimpered as the man brought the cane down hard on her hardened nipples, her entire breasts jiggling and perspiration flying off them with the impact. A grin on his face, the dominating pornographer brought the cane down hard on the top of the sexy Slayer’s ample breasts, a red line appearing across the bouncing hooters. Next was the fleshy underside, a quick underhand swing catching the subjugated beauty beneath her glorious bosom and making them jump. Faith moaned, her already tingling tits were beginning to ache but she knew worse was to come.

The leering man kept on eagerly striking the once defiant brunette’s proffered rack, alternating between the top, bottom, sides, and nipple area with sadistic unpredictability. Two to the top, three to the nipples, one to the left, then four to the bottom, three to the nipples again, two the top, four below, a fast six to the nipples . And so it went on, the crowd enjoying the way the sexy Slayer’s perspiring body gleamed, how her rapidly welting jugs jumped and swung, how her chocolate-brown eyes begged for relief, and the strangled noises she made through her gag, drool running down her face.

Faith moaned her relief when the man dropped his cane. Her eyes widened when he pushed her down on her back. “Man!” leered the shaven-headed black. “Look at those tits, they’re glowing now, they’re welted.”

“The bitch can take a beating!” admired the chubby black woman. “I need the ho when I’m on my period!”

”That little tramp!” sneered the grey-haired woman, eyes still burning with jealousy at Faith’s youthful sexiness. “Bet she knows her place now!”

“Of course now.” The man leered down at the supine brunette as he kicked her legs apart. “That leaves her pretty pink pussy. I think I’ll use a three pronged whip.”

The man’s arm bent back and then forward. The helpless beauty shrieked into her gag, slender hips arching as the implements’ prongs lashed into her fuck-channel, coming away moist with her juices. Soon her pussy was on fire. The man’s vicious whipping covered her one smooth labia in welts and pumped her clit so full of blood that she was sure it would burst. Just when she thought she’d pass out from the pain, the man stopped and stepped back, turning towards his audience. “I’ve just about finished now, but maybe some of your folks would like some close ups of her vagina before her owners take her home?”