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Old 06-12-2015, 03:43 PM
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she is pushed to the floor in his garage with her elbows already strictly bound behind her back. He then removes his hand from her mouth and stuffs two rag into her mouth packing her cheeks like a chipmunk then pulls out a roll of black electrical tape and pulls the tape between her lips and wraps it tightly around her head. He wraps the tape around and around her head pulling it deeper between her teeth and forcing the wadding deeper into her mouth. He pushes her onto her belly and pulls her legs up and pins them with her heels against her ass. He looks at her elbows and sees some daylighght between them so he reties her elbows so that they are slammed up tight against each other with no daylight between them. He then frogties her legs pinning her heels to her ass, my mother tries to reach for the knots binding her legs with her still free and nipple fingers but my molester catches her attempt and ties her wrists tightly together. Then as added security he wraps black electrical tape around her hands and fingers taping them together as in prayer. He pulls my mother up onto her knees and ties a rope around her tiny waist then pulls the rope down between her legs and up into her crotch, he buries the rope deep into her panties pushing her panties up into her pussy and ass. He leaves her alone to struggle on the floor but my mother tries to crawl away so he sees she needs further restraint. He pulls the chain down from the overhead pulley and attaches the end of the chain to her bound wrists. my mother moans and groans into her gag as her arms are hoisted up high behind her back twisting her shoulders up and back in an inhuman position and pulls her up onto knee points. He pulls the other end of the chain down to the back of her crotch rope and hooks it in place. Now if she tries to lower her arms she will pulls the crotch rope tighter. He leaves her hanging by her wrists in the brutal knee point strappado sobbing and crying into her gag. He comes back to check on her and decides to pull down on the chain attached to her wrists which lifts the crotch rope side of the chain lifting her knees off the floor and fully suspending her. my mother screams and begs into her gag as the crotch rope now supports her full weight and her knees flail trying to get back to the floor. He lets loose of the chain and allows her to lower her knees which of course lifts her hands higher behind her back twisting her poor shoulders to the limit. He leaves poor my mother again to suffer in her brutal bondage


then we tightly bind her elbows together. A slight moan leaves her lips as we tighten up the rope, this is a good sign. We cut her shirt and pull it down to expose her big natural tits. We make her watch while we tightly bind each soft breast into a hard bulbous balloon of fun. Next is the big shocker, without warning we knock my mother to her back, Insert 3 fingers into her wet pussy and with in seconds she is a squirting, cumming, screaming mess, that fast. From 0 to slut in about 4 seconds. Now we have my mother ’s attention, now we can make her a squirting, screaming whore at any moment we like. She understands how easily she can be controlled and that unnerves her a bit, but she doesn’t have time to dwell on that fact, you see a hard cock is now all the way down her throat and she cannot breathe. What happens next is a whirlwind of rough domination, hard cock and cumming. We take it to our bound little blond slut. We fuck that pretty face deep and with reckless abandon. In all my years of doing this, believe me when I tell you my mother can take a face fucking and still come out smiling. We really take it to her tight little throat. After ravaging her face with cock we bend her over, ass up in the air, and impale her wet pussy with spit covered cock. We fuck her hard and it takes just seconds for her to cum again. Such a good little bondage whore. From fucking her pussy to mouth we go back and forth leaving her dazed and in deep subspace, she is overwhelmed with cock. We tighten up the bondage into a strappado and skull fuck my mother into next week. Her eyes are glassed over, she is cock. We leave her, commanding her to leave her mouth hole open, just in case someone else wants a place to to put their cock.


The act of binding a woman ’s neck to a stationary board, so her head rests against it from behind, then fucking the bejesus out of her helpless throat. The board prevents any movement of the head away from the cock. We invented Throat Boarding, we are the masters of it, and now little innocent my mother is about to get the skull fucking of her life. Bound with legs spread wide, her natural boobs tightly bound, and her head held firmly in place, my mother is about to discover what being helpless is really all about. We add suction cups to my mother huge nipples, and turn on the vibrator that is locked in place directly on her shave pussy. Instantly my mother is softly moaning, the vibrator doing its job. We add a tongue trap, to prevent her from using it as a blocking tool when we start her catastrophic Throat Boarding. We also add a nose hook, pulling it back to keep her mouth wide open. What happens next is an epic throat fucking, probable the most intense we have on Sexually Broken right now. To say she is simply a good cock sucker, would be like calling a rubber band a lock, she is extraordinary at taking a rough deep throat pounding. If Throat Boarding was an Olympic sport, GOLD medal hands down. my mother is that good. We are ruthless, we fuck my mother ’s little throat like we are pounding a pussy, we hold our cock deep down her throat preventing all breathing, she breathes when we want her to, breath control at its very best.

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heh heh

It’s Gauntlet time, where we bind the model into a helpless state, then fuck the holy shit right out of them. They never have time to catch up, we fuck them in every position and every wet hole. They cum over and over, helpless to do anything but suck, get fucked, squirt and moan. It is a complete overload, we wreck their brains. From the intense deep throating, to the cervix pounding fucking, we make them cum with cock over and over.
my mother is blindfolded, ring gagged, on her back with cock in her tight pussy. Her big natural tits are bound into tight little balls of flesh, her huge nipples popping straight up and out. The cock slides in and out, my mother can only moan as we fuck her helpless body, and we fuck it hard and well. Within seconds we have my mother in subspace and cum. She is getting tossed around the bed like a tiny rag doll as the cock is used as a weapon. We throat fuck her hard and deep, some how she just takes and takes and takes. She has completely surrendered her mouth to us and we take it hard.
We go from pounding her pussy to fucking her throat over and over, never giving her a break, She can’t think straight as the cock turns her into a mindless sex zombie. Orgasm after orgasm, non stop. In the end we bind my mother into a pile driver and make her squirt all over her own face. Drenched in her own cum and whoreness we leave our cute blonde trapped on the bed with her ass up, just begging for more cock.





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Old 06-16-2015, 11:09 AM
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my mother stands with her elbows slammed together behind her back and tied with ropes. Dr Cupcakes forces a huge rag into her mouth then seals her mouth shut with layer of duct tape wrapped around and around her head. He pushes her to the floor on her belly and frogties her legs pulling each of her heels up to her ass. He ties her wrists tightly with more rope then ties another rope around her waist and pulls the rope down between her legs. The end of the crotch rope is feed between her bound wrists and then pulled back between her legs and pulled deep into her pussy and ass. He pulls her up onto her knees and pulls her huge tits out of her tight spandex top. He leaves her struggling helplessly in the tight ropes only to return with leather laces. She moans into her gag as he begins to bind her huge tits with the thin leather strips. The leather bites deep into the soft flesh around her beautiful tits as he wraps them like a tourniquet causing them to swell and mushroom under the brutally tight leather. He elbows are then tethered to a chain hanging down from and overhead pulley and he hoists the chain up pulling her up onto her knee points as the crotch rope cuts deep into her pussy and ass. Dr Cupcakes pulls out a set of nipple clamps and attaches them to her swollen, sensitive nipples. She cries into her gag as he hangs a pair of heavy padlocks off her nipple clamps causing her crushed nipples to stretch. He leaves her bound and helplessly with her tits brutally bound and nipples clamped trying to balance on her knee points.

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Old 08-04-2015, 01:03 PM
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Cindy is hauled into the Lair with her elbows crushed tightly together behind her back and bound in ropes. Cindy Molester has his hand clamped firmly over her mouth as he pulls her over to his punishment post. He forces a large rag into her big mouth then wraps duct tape tightly over her mouth and around her head sealing the rag deep in her mouth and stifling all her screams and cries. He wrists are bound together and then he pulls her hands up over her head and ties her wrists to the top of the post with her head down between her knees. The rope around her wrists and post is wound down the post and her arms fusing her arms to the post and keeping her in a nice ass up strappado position. He ties ropes around each of her ankles and pulls her feet apart and anchors them to rings mounted at the sides of the pallet the post is attached to. He ties a rope around her slender waist then pulls the rope down between her legs and up deep into her crotch. A hook and chain are pulled down from an overhead pulley and the hook is attached to her the crotch rope at the top of her ass. Cindy Molester then goes over to the winch and cranks it pulling the chain tight and forcing the crotch rope deeper into her crotch, lifting her hips and ass higher into the air. Cindy is totally helpless with her world turned upside-down with her head between her knees. She watches in horror as he pulls her tits out of her halter top then attaches a set of steel nipple clamps to her exposed nipples. A bungee cord is attached to the chain attached to her nipple clamps and then it is stretched down to another ring mounted at the base of the pallet between her legs. She screams and cries in pain into her gag as he poor nipples are crushed and stretched down to the pallet by the elastic bungee cord. He leaves her alone to suffer helplessly bound to the post barely able to move in fear of pulling her poor nipples even tighter.

heh heh ehh, shut up, Cindy


Stick their ass in a box and reduce them into a cocksucking head. We do not need the rest of her, just her mouthhole. And use her mouthhole is exactly what we are doing to do. This fresh faced pixie has a skill that belies her innocent looks. She has zero gag reflex and can deep throat better then the most experienced porn slut out there.
Screwed down firmly into the box, the box screwed into a post and blindfolded with leather, Cindy is the true definition of helpless. She can not move a single inch, she can not even see what is coming her way. And what is coming her way is a rock hard cock directly down her throat meat. She startles only for a second as her lips are parted and then settles down to accept her fate. It is truly impressive deepthroating. She is one of a kind. We rip off the blindfold so that we can see those big blue eyes staring up at us while we own her throat. Sinking in balls deep, over and over, she makes the dick disappear like a magician with a rabbit.
Those spread open legs display a perfectly shaved pussy and we can not help but rip a few orgasms out it it with our trusty vibrator. Cindy cums as easily as she sucks cock, and her moans are music to our ears. Time to shake it up a bit. While keeping her bolted into the box, we unscrew it from the post and shift her onto her back, affixing it to a metal pole. This bitch in a box is handy travel sized. We made use of her facepussy, which is at perfect height for our dick. After a through tongue polishing, we slide a finger into that tiny pussy and use the vibrator to get a few more orgasms out of that responsive cunt.


Bound on her knees with her wrists tied behind her, Cindy is about to her her throat reshaped by the cock train. Two chairs are set up on the stage, and Cindy is passed back and forth between them. The dicks are brutal and without mercy, and she chokes and sputters on the massive cock. Using a classic wrestling leg lock to hold her head in place, Cindy is held in place, nose on belly, dick all the way down.
We stand up from the chairs to gain more leverage and continue the frenzied throat fucking. Cindy is turned into a bobble head doll whose sole purpose in life is to worship the dick. Moving quickly, we then shift Cindy onto a wooden table in a classic fuck me position and tie her down into place. Legs spread wide and ankles hoisted high above her head, she is deliciously, completely vulnerable. Anyone could walk right up and sink in to the hilt. Which is exactly what we do. The dick drills deep, owning every inch of her as she cums uncontrollably on the cock.
In this utterly exposed position, there is nothing Cindy can do to protect her pussy. Time to destroy her with pleasure. We are not going to stop until there is a spent shell of porn girl lying on this table. A hitachi is brought in and ground down on that sensitive clit. Cindy squirms and wails, but she has no hope of escape. Orgasm after orgasm are milked out, long after the sensation is so intense Cindy thinks she is going to lose her mind. When she thinks we are finally going to have mercy, we just switch to finger banging. She is fingerblasted into another dimension as she helplessly squirts all over herself.
We walk away, leaving her languishing in the restraints and covered in her own cum. Her eyes are glazed over and her face is slack.

say you loved it, Cindy?

fuck you, asshole.............................UARGGHHHHHHH

heh he heh

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Old 10-18-2015, 11:31 PM
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A fetish porn company comes up with the idea of doing a rafting shoot, and so they set out with their camera equipment, small film crew, and four deliciously sexy young ladies to film an intimate lesbian adventure on the high seas. All starts well as the bikini-clad beauties dispense with their scant clothing and soon things start to heat up. You’ve never seen a raft you’d like to be in more than this one as the girls tackle this tough acting assignment with real enthusiasm. The breeze may not be stiff out on these calm seas, but shortly after the filming begins one of the crew sure is. The girls are forced to take matters into their own hands and desire rages at sea as the girls work to satisfy their sexual appetites! After an exhausting voyage, the girls and crew toast success and head to shore.

How unfortunate for the girls that four “not so nice, and very hungry militiamen” have been doing a pre-screening of their latest lesbian flick from the concealing underbrush along the shore. The militiamen patiently observe from the underbrush as the film crew springs an obvious surprise on the sexy cast. A big green creature suddenly appears from the depths of the water, quickly boards the raft, and takes his time stripping, fondling, and enjoying the surprised and now frightened starlets as the camera rolls. They obviously were not informed that this was going to be a horror movie. When the creature is done sexually ravaging the sobbing young hotties, it simply slinks away. Now enter the “not so nice and very hungry militiamen” to take their turn.

The devious film crew is quickly dispatched by their marksman, and then the four militiamen are free to do absolutely anything they please with the defenseless girls…and they do. The bikini-clad girls are quickly marched off into the safety of the forest where there will be no witnesses. As you can probably guess, they are culled one-by-one, each sexy young victim helplessly struggling as she is brutally stripped and strangled to death while one or more militiamen enjoy her tender, young private places. Soon, all four girls are naked, motionless and wide-eyed under the very rough hands of their necro-killers, and it turns out that necro-sex is not the only thing on their minds. They’ve worked up quite an appetite. It’s hard work strangling four frantically struggling young starlets and then having necro-sex with them, so BBQ is sounding pretty good right about now. They’ve got plenty of fresh, tender, quietly receptive meat, and lots of BBQ sauce. Let’s just hope they remembered the beer!

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Old 10-27-2015, 02:57 PM
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Cindy has just come home from robbing a house to find Giselle , a masked cat burglar, waiting there for here. Cindy begs Giselle not to hurt her, as Giselle makes fun of Cindy ’s attempt at being a burglar. To add to the humiliation, Giselle forces Cindy to strip out of her stealth wear as she gropes her giant tits and panty covered pussy. Giselle thinks that maybe Cindy would make a better stripper than a thief. Giselle makes Cindy remove her panties…taking good sniff before making Cindy shove them into her mouth and duct taping them in. Giselle moves on to then duct taping Cindy ’s wrists behind her back, ankles & legs and her chest. Giselle then uses her mask to blindfold Cindy and goes off to look for some lute she might have stashed in her house… leaving Cindy terrified, duct taped & mask blindfolded.

Giselle returns to the room, after Cindy lied about there not being jewels in the bedroom. Cindy made a big mistake, considering she didn’t make a very good attempt at even hiding them, so Giselle shows how displeased she is at Cindy for calling herself a thief. Giselle pulls out clothespins and puts them on Cindy ’s nipples, then cuts her legs out of the tape bondage. Giselle makes Cindy get on her knees and bend over the couch. Giselle spreads her ass cheeks and goes in for a tasting of her pink butthole. The dirty bitch is liking it so she gets Cindy back on the couch, applies two clothespins to her pussy lips for being ******* and tongue fucks Cindy ’s clit until she gushes with an orgasm.

Giselle removes the clothespins from Cindy ’s tits and pussy lips, swaps the mask, putting it back on herself and then strips out of her catsuit. She removes the tape and panties from Cindy ’s mouth. Cindy is going to do something for Giselle now…she sticks her ass in Cindy ’s face and tells her to get busy. Giselle makes sure her face is right up in her ass, forcing Cindy to tongue her butthole until she cums. The fun isn’t quite over… Giselle tapes Cindy ’s ankles again, ball gags her and makes her hop her tits and ass to the bedroom.

Giselle has Cindy tied spread eagle to her bed, still ball gagged, and puts the clothespins back on both her nipples and pussy lips. Giselle removes the ball gag and Cindy immediately pleads to let her go. Yeah, Cindy isn’t going anywhere and Giselle shoves a penis gag into Cindy ’s mouth. Giselle sucks on the black cock, getting it nice and wet for her pussy. Giselle sits on Cindy ’s face and slides the dildo into her cunt and screws the penis gag until she cums all over the cock. She removes the gag and makes Cindy sucks her nipples before sitting on Cariss’as face and pulling her face deep into Giselle ’s pussy, ordering Cindy to eat & lick her until she cums. Giselle shoves the ball gag back into Cindy ’s mouth. Being a good girl and playing nicely has it rewards, unfortunately, Giselle leaves Cindy gagged and tied to the bed with some of the stolen jewels…all for the cops to find.

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Old 11-10-2015, 12:11 AM
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Rock has had a bad day. All he wants is a BJ from his GF. Cindy is the kind of girl who does what she wants. She sucks Rocks cock for a while before getting tired of his in ability to cum quickly. When she gives up on his cock after the day he has had..... Strangling time. Cindy fights like crazy, bashing Rock in his head. But she dies. Once dead Rock picks up where Cindy left off. Sticking his cock in her dead mouth is just the action needed to satisfy his day. He packs her up & carts her off

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Cindy wakes up in the dark feeling the rocking of the car as she softly moans into her gag. She can feel the tight ropes cut deep into the soft flesh around her elbows and wrists welding her forearms tightly together behind her back. She can feel more ropes around her slender ankles and knees locking her long lean legs tightly together. Feeling claustrophobic she beings to panic and screams and cries into her gag, she kicks at the trunk and pulls desperately at the ropes in a futile attempt to free her arms. She hears someone approach the car and hears the latch pop and daylight streams into the dark trunk. She looks up to see a hulking masked man stand over her and he reaches into the trunk and grabs her ass cheeks exposed beneath the hem of her satin dress. She protests into her gag and tries to roll away. But her grabs her and pulls her from the trunk. Cindy sees she is in a large garage bay with tools and debris laying everywhere. The thug then forces her to start hopping on her bound stiletto heels, she is lead through a large door opening and hopped over to a filthy table where he pushes her chest down on the table top and walks away. Cindy watches him in dread, she wants to run away but with her arms totally useless and her legs cruelly bound together she has nowhere to go. He pulls a chain down from an overhead pulley then comes back to Cindy and pulls her back to her feet. He then hops her over to the chain and attaches the chain to her bound elbows. She screams in pain into her gag as he cranks a winch on the wall pulling her elbows up high behind her back. Cindy struggles to balance on her bound stiletto heels, thinking that if she falls she will rip her arms from her shoulders. He grabs more rope and ties it around her tiny waist then pulls the rope down between her legs and spliting her pussy in two with the rope pulls it up her ass and feeds it between her bound wrists. The rope is pulled tight and then pulled back down between her legs splitting her pussy again and ties it off at her waist. He returns to the winch and cranks the winch pulling the chain higher. Cindy scream in pain into her gag as her elbows are pulled up higher behind her back, and with her wrists tied to her crotch rope as her elbows are cranked higher the crotch rope buries itself deeper and deeper into her pussy until she feels she is about to be split in two. Mercifully he stop cranking as she is about to be lifted onto her toes. He then pulls her tits out of her satin dress and leaves her hanging by her elbows waiting for him to return. He returns with some leather cords and starts to wrap the leather around her chest just below her elbows. Cindy protests into her gag as he grabs her tit and begins to wrap the leather cord tightly around the base of her poor tit. She looks down in horror as her breast choked out at the base and mushrooms out as the tight cords cut deep into the soft flesh around the base of her tit. He then binds her other tit is a similair manner until they are both swollen and bulging under the tight cords. He then wraps the cords around both of her bound tits pulling them close together. She hears him jiggle a chain in his pocket and looks at him in terror as he pulls out a set of steel nipple clamps. Cindy begs and pleads desperately into her gag as her big blue eyes go wild in terror as he spreads the jaws of the clamps and attaches them to her bound swollen tits. She screams in pain into her gag as the jaws crush her poor swollen nipples, then her returns to the winch and cranks her elbows up a little more and leaves her hanging helplessly from the chain sobbing and crying as her tits and nipples throb in pain and her poor pussy feels like it it about to be split in two. He returns after a bit and to her great relief he cranks the winch lowering her elbows and releiving some of the pressure on her poor pussy. He unhooks her elbows from the chain then starts to hop her toward the door. Cindy screams in pain as her poor tits bounce in the bindings and the nipple clamps swing jerking on her poor nipples. She tries to stop from begin forced to hop again but he pushes her and she hops across the rope with each hop causing unbelievable agony to her tits.

heh ehh heh, I love you, Cindy

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Cindy , still roped up by the neck to the ceiling and standing on her tip toes in spite of her book, has just been caned before her feeding. While she works to pull herself together for dinner I go to fetch her meal. Oceans of slobber run out of her double gagged mouth and fully coat the whole of her torso. She’s doing her best to suck it up. I spill her spaghetti noodles into the dog bowl positioned in front of her tippy toe feet and then pour sauce onto them. She’s made to wait until the noodles have become cold before she can eat. And since she has a little time to l waiting on that food to get cold her book is taken away from her. Immediately she begins to choke. Her feet are arched as high as she can get them as she coughs through her gag and tries to free her airway. That’s when I flog her nipples -and I mean hard. She tries to dance away from it but the rope is to taunt around her neck, her movement too restricted. She cries. A long string of slobber seems to be permanently affixed from her gagged mouth to her chest, swinging all the time as she tries her best to get away from me. She just screams now. Blood curling screams. She even stopped trying to get away, resigned to her predicament. At times she doesn’t make a sound, but you see it building inside her and then it comes on. It burst out of that gagged face hole with desperation and suffering, with an ear piercing shriek of need for me to stop. And yet, it continues. She’s all fucked up again and we haven’t even started dinner yet. Tears fall so big you can hear them smack the floor. She’s given a minute to pull herself together, her arms placed into and elbow harness and then she is taken down and de-gagged for dinner. She almost collapses to the ground when the rope around her neck is removed. She barely gets out an audible "thank you" through her gagged pie hole. When the gags are removed she can hardly move her mouth. And that constant, thick string of slobber she can’t seem to get off her chin. She’s exhausted. She can’t even open her eyes and her mouth just hangs ajar. She isn’t given any reprieve and told to get down on her face and start eating her dinner. Because of the tight crotch rope she finds this very difficult to do. But she manages and soon has her messy, slobbery face in the dog bowl. It took her several minutes but she was a very Good Girl eating all of her dinner. Then she’s made to get her filthy mattress down off the wall and to lay upon it in The Fucking Position. Once her crotch rope is removed she is then caned on her ass with a giant cane. The first strike leaves her speechless for a crazy amount of time. She just seems to fold into herself. Her mouth wide open with no sound coming out. Her eyes are slammed shut and the grimace, the levels of grimace washing across her pained face lets you know yeah, that hurt. It took her a really, really long time to recover from just that one strike. And when she saw I was about to strike her again I heard her quickly and quietly say, "oh my god". This time she could not even remain in The Fucking Position. She reeled back quickly with a desperate scream of anguish and pain, her body shaking. She had to be held down while she had a heaving sobbing fit of tearful convulsions. She did make it through the caning, only to have her ass stuffed with a large dildo and then caned again while she holds it. In the end, she’s fucked with Big Blue to collapse.
Now we find Cindy strapped to a wooden post by the torso. Her legs are doubled and drawn up off the ground and toward her body. They are tied so that they are pulled outward exposing her cunt and chest. Her arms are pulled up over her head and tied to the post. A fuck stick is plugging up her cunt. Spider gagged she hangs there rocking one foot, stuffed and drooling on herself. A deep sort of needful moaning comes from her. I spend a little time finding out where she is ticklish. Digging my fingers into her sides and armpits she begins to scream relentlessly. And she has no escape. She can’t even lower her arms let alone eject the object invading her cunt or get away from my digging fingers. When I’m done she’s actually crying. And we hear her try to make out the words, something about "hating" that as she sobs. When I return I’ve got the riding crop. I blister her armpits with it sending her into a deep state of despair. Screams and sobs –I find out later she hates the riding crop more than the cattle prod. I can’t even hear myself think the screams are so loud and prolonged. Between tears and sobbing and screaming I make her tell me what the only thing her holes are good for: "Fucking" She’s made to repeat it. She’s made to tell me every time she’s at her absolute lowest point. "My holes are only good for fucking". So the Hitachi is fetched and pressed against her slobber and snot covered pussy that is still stuffed with a fuck stick and she’s vibbed off to the sound of her cries. The little slut doesn’t take long before she’s asking for permission to cum. So she’s told to tell us: "I am weak, my I please cum?" She can barely be understood through the gag so she’s made to keep repeating it. And when she finally states it where we can understand her she is told, "No". So instead she just screams, one long desperate scream of pain and desire. Of need and hurt. The experience is draining her. She has three distinct strings of slobber coming from different points of her face hole and each nostril has thick bands of snot pouring from them. She’s humiliated. She sounds like she’s trying to swallow, breathe and scream at the same time. She’s told to fuck her fuck stick for us. But all she can do in her suspended position is to raise her hips slightly. So she goes at it with as much strength as she has left, hanging from the pole she grinds her pelvis with all she’s got. While she does so I hang two pound weights from each big toe. She grows exhausted quickly and has to be encouraged to keep fucking it. When little Cindy was finally given permission to cum I think every hole in her body pushed out fluids and noise.

heh heh, I love you, Cindy

fuck you, bastard................ARRRRRGGGHHHHHH

heh heh heh

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Old 02-22-2016, 08:42 AM
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The lumberjacks, gringos’ mercenaries and renegades in this story are strictly male adults over the age of eighteen. They fuck men because they enjoy thrusting their cocks up arse-holes; they fight men because they can in a fictional world; and they shoot their cocks into mouths and sometimes over the exposed torsos of men spread-eagled on the ground. You, the reader, imagine these brawny men turned on by the unsafe environment, embracing the dangers. The lumberjacks in particular joke about wearing condoms: they boast that the condoms are too small for their large cocks. By way of contrast the nooses are always the right size—they fit the entire neck size range.



The forces:
The lumberjacks are physically fit after months of contract work felling trees. A corporation owns the timber area: its commercial enterprises include providing paid killers for international combat. They have a business problem: the corporation’s contract will expire soon. They no longer need so many paid killers. The Firm also enlists renegades. They inhabit an area adjacent to the timber area and will secure the noosing area from the outside world. The Firm welcomes these renegades and men they might choose to invite such as veterans of former necktie parties. The assembled number of fighters on the day depends on a number of factors but broadly speaking between fifty and sixty.

The Boss of the lumberjacks establishes his authority in a unique way. It helps when he is physically strong, sun burnt with a dark, hairy chest; he stands well over six foot tall—indeed most of these lumberjacks measure over six feet tall. From time to time he must discipline lumberjacks for their shoddy work. He tells infringers that it pains him to discipline them; his henchmen mumble “sure” as they strip shirts off the infringers, spread-eagle them over logs. The Boss whips their exposed backs in full view of the assembled camp. Two of the henchmen take note of any lumberjacks whose cocks respond to the sight of the whipping.
The camp is isolated: the lumberjacks wear modified chaps without bulge concealing trouser flies. The Boss appreciates the awesome sight of lumberjacks’ cocks and balls hanging out. There were over sixty lumberjacks at the employment peak during the last working period; now it’s time to cull the numbers down.
The Boss has an exaggerated opinion of his own cock and balls. Few lumberjacks wish to go down on his cock; consequently, he commands them to go down on his cock; it’s a tool to gag their reluctant mouths; the Boss salivates when they struggle for breath. The Boss’s cock splashes copious cum all over their faces and down to their dusty boots. Ordinary sized mouths find it difficult to open wide enough to swallow his thick cock. This limitation dampens down the sexual fantasy some lumberjacks have about cock sizes. Any anal fucking requires partners well-versed in wide dildos— he forgets about “safe sex” when the large size condoms are too small. It’s back to basics and bare backing.
As a matter of fact the Boss has a deep interest in breath control: he organizes occasional necktie combat events designed to test the strongest necks. The lumberjacks built an obstacle course in a cleared area deep in the forest away from prying eyes. The location is on target for a terminal, necktie rumble between lumberjacks and training guards sent by a security Firm; this Firm owns the timber area; its staff operates with impunity and is unconcerned by male fighters KIA—killed in action; the Firm pays the Renegades to maintain secrecy and privacy. These include using fighters from their “survival” renegades. The Renegades have drawn a border line; anybody crossing it is a target for termination. The Boss has no illusions about the Firm; they cull the lumberjacks to save money by way of wages and benefits; he heard a rumor that the Firm had signed a contract to supply “fighters” to the authorities. It’s possible that the participants they send to the necktie parties are discards—in other words tough enough to fight to the death but currently not suitable for current, combat operations. The Boss expects the fighters to respect the necktie party rule of jacking up cock spurting. It’s always a fine thing to see necktie party cocks spurting for the last time.
The Firm installed the obstacle course when it bought the timber area. The initial obstacles were harmless as if Boot Camp physical exercises. Mercenaries pulled themselves up onto the raised beams. Somewhere along the way there was friction between different ethnic groups of mercenaries. Serious fighting broke out: a number of mercenaries hung their opponents. The Firm saw the value of the raised beams as a tool for necktie parties. The beams were positioned so that noosed targets swung freely above the ground. Necktie parties were an occasional event for men living in this geographical area. The Renegades were happy to make them easy for a regular event.
The renegades established a reputation for violence when necessary; four of the Boss’s henchmen heard wild stories—yes, the Renegades tortured traitors but, above all, they finished off the traitors with assorted castrated cocks and balls stuffed into their mouths. The combatants from the Firm must have first hand experience of killing—otherwise they wouldn’t be part of the Firm’s “training” program. It’s always a shock when the fighters realize that their only weapons are strong arms, nooses and razor sharp knives useful for the satisfying purpose of slicing off a fighter’s cock and balls. The contemporary emphasis on using high-tech weapons camouflages the basics skills required for man-to-man killing.
A week ago agents from both the Firm and the renegades inspected the necktie party site. Tall timbers acted as a natural perimeter barrier; the renegades’ task is to maintain fighting discipline. The obstacle course requires the combatants to climb up and down timber logs at varying heights. Military strength mesh wire straddles between the posts for the highest peaks to climb over. The intention is that the combatants confront each other on the timber logs. The agents agreed on a mixture of fixed and loose nooses on the timber logs. The Renegades wanted the fighters to strangle in addition to noosing. The Renegades scoffed at the quality of the nooses. The Firm thought that any noose which did its job was satisfactory. By contrast the renegades proved that strong, thick nooses-- coupled with effective pegging-- hung men in all shapes and sizes. Such nooses ring marks the neck flesh. The beams passed muster. There was plenty of hanging space. The renegades proposed that the Firm supply every fighter with a new knife. An enterprising manufacturer supplied small knives for a specialized purpose. The knives tucked onto the side of the boots. A fighter could quickly retrieve them. Combat veterans testified to the blades’ razor sharpness. The blades specialized in slicing off cocks and balls. In truth the Firm had stocks already allocated to the noose fighters; when fighters asked for specialized knives they made a point of using them. Another Firm’s agent volunteered new information for the renegades: some of the “training” fighters were veterans of savage conflicts in Africa. There were unsubstantiated stories of fighters wearing necklaces across their chests with cocks and balls.

The Boss was deliberately left out of the decision making process. The Boss was brought in when the Firm held a “draw straws” to identify staff combatants. The Boss drew a winning straw along with a Renegade name to be advised. The Firm’s agents exchanged sharp words with one another. They named two representatives to start with; then, they reasoned everybody else from the Firm be drafted to fight. This would not happen: the two representatives will carry out their duty as the reader finds out in due course. The Firm’s drivers had recklessly complained in the past: they imagined they were missing out on hot action. Task the Sgt supplier of the box of new castration knives to join in and/or nominate fighters. The four straw winners were calm about the necktie party prospect but another corporate representative flew off the handle. When Firm agents are a pain it’s necessary to administer discipline and punishment. In front of everybody renegades locked him with their arms so that he couldn’t escape. The Firm’s agents gave a nod and gestured thumbs down. Then, a renegade throttled him. The Boss caught his tenth breath as the Firm’s agent expired. The renegades laid him on the ground, opened up their trouser flies. The Boss and the Firm’s agents joined in. A celebration of cocks pissed over the dead man starting at his face and working down his body. Then, the Boss took the initiative, whipped out his knife, opened up the dead man’s trousers, sliced off the cock and balls and shoved them into the dead man’s mouth. The Renegade renegades envied this! The Firm’s agents took the execution in their stride when they placed the body in the boot of the company’s four wheel drive. The truth is that the Firm’s agents are killers: they had been chosen for their physical strength and psychopathology. They lusted for terminal action.
A melee is dictionary defined as “a confused fight or struggle especially among several people”. The fighters in today’s melee have no need to consult dictionaries. They developed their physical strength either as timber workers or mercenaries. A writer has the difficult task of providing a broad picture but at the same time describing the life and death of individual fighters. The Firm determined that the fighters in today’s melee are workers superfluous to future economic needs and expendable. Members of the Firm are astute enough to use internal staff and outsiders such as the renegades to protect their killing zone from unnecessary attention and publicity.
Most of the mercenaries trained in a military boot camp. The killing zone with its timber obstacle course is familiar territory. The difference now is that their opponents want to kill them; there will be no prisoners; captured fighters may be tortured if time permits and will be executed. The confusion arises when the Firm left the rules unclear.
Are the Last Men Standing winners? Or, is there a winning side? Who decides?
The Firm selected a Fight Commander from the mercenaries. His task is to lead all the fighters. The mercenaries already have a tall Spanish speaking leader Jose who has outstanding combat experience. His reputation is exaggerated but fellow fighters know that he kills every target in a killing zone. There will be language confusion: there are some Portuguese speakers from Brazil in addition to Argentinean speakers of both English and Spanish. Any language difficulties will be overshadowed by man-to-man fighting. They are primed to kill untrained timber workers. Of course, fighting hand-to-hand rather than using standard weapons changes the combat considerably. Fighters when lives are threatened lash out in unpredictable and deadly ways. Only a few of these mercenaries have first hand experience of using nooses as a terminal weapon; the timber workers are comfortable with hoisting objects onto timber frames. It will be easy to hoist mercenaries. The mercenaries wear camouflage trousers, boots and dog tags on bare chests whilst the timber workers wear boots and the full length chaps open at the front. The timber workers like flaunting erect cocks and balls; the mercenaries like these challenging targets; by contrast the timber workers have to pull down mercenary, camouflage trousers before the targets are exposed. The renegades add another dimension when they cover the full area to be guarded from unwelcome intruders. The killing area welcomes every man with two arms, a neck, a cock and balls.
Sgt Benn Jnr supplied the specialized stores of sharp knives and tape rolls. The Firm had him lined up to take part but changed his combat schedule; he accompanied cargo to an overseas destination; the Sgt expected to fight in this future occasion. He correctly surmised that his cock and balls would be an essential target for the overseas fighters. The danger excited him. It was deeply fulfilling when his knives made an essential contribution to manly experience. Indeed the knife threat aroused the cocks and balls of many fighters. Today he chose two cherry mercenaries to take his place. He had seen them show off in the mercenary barrack showers; their cocks and balls were destined to give pleasure; indeed he drooled at the prospect that some lucky fighters would slice them off. The two stores mercenaries stood out with their bare barrel chests, bulges and dumbness—they were younger than most mercenaries.
The renegades are pleased with the quality of the castration knives; they are razor sharp and designed to cut off fighters’ cocks and balls with ease. The dumb young mercenaries think they will be handing out knives at a teddy bears’ picnic! The Firm had initially requested that they act as personal guards to the FC; the FC appreciated the thought but insisted on two tough no-nonsense guards. The Firm’s six drivers are difficult to assign. They aren’t part of the mercenary group, have no recent military training but claim killer enthusiasm. In the end the FC assigns them to the timber workers. He reasons that the timber workers require additional manpower. The Firm’s policy has been to employ tall drivers. This is fortunate because the drivers are as tall as the timber workers; three of them have top necks designed for nooses.
The FC called for guard volunteers at the renegade camp. He had some fun when he playfully inspected ten volunteers. He ordered them to open up the flies in their jeans and compare cock sizes. The two guards he chose had strong arms for hoisting targets. He was pleased when he saw that their cocks and balls were compelling targets—every fighter sighting them would want to slice them off; for that reason he might keep his own cock and balls longer during the necktie party. His primary intention was to noose targets. The FC and his two guards wear black leather chaps with total exposure of prime cocks and balls. The renegades wear standard jeans, boots and bare chests; in addition they wear brown caps on their head. Fighters would have to tear down or rip open the fly of their jeans before they could knife play with the cocks and balls. However, the renegade “guests” must have exposed genitals.
The FC inspected the killing zone a few days before the fight. He considered the nooses in great detail; yes, the fixed position nooses could be stronger and thicker but they would still hang a fighter; however, man-to-man combat requires additional, unfixed, nooses for impromptu hangings. Both the mercenaries and the timber workers were physically capable of hoisting targets and securing nooses. His two guards were delighted with the supply of additional nooses which were stronger and thicker as requested. The timber plank construction was strong enough to stay firm under the weight of moving fighters; the fixed nooses were positioned securely into the ground; and the beams themselves capable of carrying extra weight when loose nooses secured more targets.
The killing zone now consists of two combat areas. The outside perimeter manned by renegades defines an area where fighters wield the specialized knives; the inside core is the timber obstacle course with nooses. The timing is deliberately set in the middle of the day when the sun in the eyes becomes a blinding obstacle; there is also an element of physical exhaustion; the fighters rise at dawn and fill in time; there is nothing to eat but plenty to drink.
The six drivers drive the fighters in unlabelled trucks to the assembly point. By the time the fighters assemble beside the killing zone they are intentionally subdued. The FC wants them to think at first glance that they are at a picnic; they swig a free drink; they stroll around admiring the display of male flesh.
Then they confront the two severed heads on the top of timber poles in the killing zone. The renegades’ task includes executing shirkers; they beheaded two fighters who were prime cannon fodder on their timber chopping block. The beheaded heads are secured on the poles. Then, two junior renegades slice off the trophies, stitch them onto twine necklaces. The Spanish speaking spokesman places the necklaces onto their hairy chests. They look manly.
At this point the two stores mercenaries failed in their duty to demonstrate the use of the knives. This would have terminal consequences for them during the fight.
Jose addresses the mercenaries in Spanish. They are assembled here to noose the timber workers and other stray fighters. Otherwise, they strangle or choke the targets with bare hands. They finish off the kills. The mercenaries now look at the necks of their opponents and size them up for hoisting in nooses.
The lumberjack Boss assesses the mercenaries and indulges in bravado by waving his cock and gesturing pissing over the mercenaries. The six drivers wear borrowed chaps which only roughly fit but they like flaunting their cocks and balls in front of every man. The Boss no longer has the full respect of his timber workers; however, they recognize that they must follow him in the face of the terminal threat from the mercenaries. The boss knows that his workers easily hoist targets and noose them beyond the Point of No Return. The mercenaries are blinded by their frequent use of high tech weapons as distinct from bare hands.
There are two spokesmen for the renegades. One speaks Spanish, the other speaks English. They simply state that they are guards; they stop anybody escaping before the end of the fighting; they behead offenders on the timber chopping block. Within their perimeter they challenge fighters with knives; the knives have a specific purpose to cut off a fighter’s cock and balls. They promise to stuff them into mouths. On request, or maybe as combat policy, they finish off the castrated. By the way, they grew up with rural country necktie parties.
The stores box is located within the killing zone. The contents for distribution are mostly the small, razor sharp knives; they tuck into the side of boots; the Renegades vouch that they do a proper job. There are also rolls of tape. The two stores mercenaries explain that the tape is to stick sliced cocks and balls onto chests. They are cherry, combat virgins, and sound it. No First Blood for them. The FC gives them the benefit of proving themselves in combat. By way of contrast the renegades had invited necktie party veterans to re-enlist with them for today. These veterans proved afresh that noosing was worthwhile. It was a deeply satisfying experience for both participants. The bare chested veterans were “encouraged” to wear chaps with open fronts—after all a necktie party was an erect cock show. Four other men joined the veterans. Their attendance was unexplained. They looked feral; the necks, cocks and balls were targets like everybody else. The FC sensed that they might be prison escapees who had run out of options. He didn’t expect the law authorities to come to their rescue.
Away from the obstacle courses the FC formed a parade for detailed inspection of all three groups. The process established military order, calmed down and shut up the fighters. He made a point of ordering the lumberjack Boss to inspect the mercenaries, Jose to inspect the lumberjacks. The renegades, veterans and additional men circled around both fighting groups. The FC spoke last in both languages and broke the good news. The Firm will pay a premium to the winners. This is their reward for service to the Firm. The mercenaries consider they have the best chance of totally exterminating the opposing force; in their assessment the timber workers are physically strong but incapable of withstanding their superior military skills and experience.
The renegades expected the FC to use a whistle to start. At the top of his voice he ordered the fighters to advance to both ends of the obstacle courses. In theory both sides would meet in the middle. In reality the renegades taunted the nearest targets. The forces found it confusing at first, annoying at second; at the third they became aggressive exactly as the FC wished. Fighters started to shout aloud, move forward to the obstacles. The distinctions between all the fighting groups blurred. The fighting took on the qualities of a melee. Fighters fought for the sake of fighting.
A degree of physical stamina, skill is required to progress through the obstacle course; determination helps when applying the nooses to the targets’ necks.
Nooses tell tales because they have a voice of their own. The fighters, of course, have to secure the noose around the targets’ necks, in most cases hoist the targets above the ground; it would be a physical struggle to fasten the nooses to timber logs or pegs on hand; the targets swing desperately for life before they settle down into the hanging routine. In most cases the lumberjacks were considerate with their mercenary targets—they undid the fly on the camouflage trousers, pulled out the cock and balls, gave them an extra tug and collected the cum spew; by this time the mercenary targets would poke out their tongues. On the other hand the mercenaries were tougher on the lumberjacks. The nooses were tightened to burn through the neck flesh. Neither side was weak in the executions by hanging. Some fighters fucked noosed targets; a few opened their mouths wide to swallow the targets’ cum.
The FC was pleased that five renegades joined in the hanging melee at the beginning. Their fighting was exemplary. His two guards who knew them gave him the details. They successfully hung one lumberjack and two mercenaries, covered themselves in cum spew before slicing off the cocks and balls and shoving them down the throats. During the fighting they left themselves open to attack: lumberjacks strangled two of them from behind; mercenaries noosed three of them, strung them up to two high timber logs where they faced one another and watched each other hang. The jeans the renegades wore were cumbersome to open up at the front. The mercenaries ripped open the leather belts and pulled the jeans down to the boots. Now all the fighters could see the three renegades cocks respond to the nooses. One cock was abnormally thick and sitting on bull-sized balls; the other two cocks were both long and looked 8 and 9 inches in the erect position. The hangings progressed to the Point of No Return. The three tongues protruded after the cocks spurted. The mercenaries moved on to other fighting obstacles and left the spent cocks and balls intact. The lumberjacks elsewhere on the killing field relished the sharp knives and looked forward to using them on the mercenaries. They mightn’t have another chance. Every noosed fighter wished above all that his cock spurt in response to the hanging. The events today proved that fighters appreciated hanging with other fighters.
The four strangers were noose fodder. They were noosed within the first thirty minutes. They simply had no fight in them. The veterans expected today’s fighters to be primed for action. In a sense the strangers let the necktie party down. It was necessary for fighters to noose necks, secure and hoist the targets, follow through to the last breaths and the cocks shooting.
There were isolated incidents when fighters went down on the cocks of fighters being hung. There was almost a guarantee that these cocks would deliver a generous mouthful of spunk. The cock suckers had to be prepared to open their mouths wide and enjoy swallowing cum. The cocks were positioned at a reasonable height for sucking. The danger though was that a fighter could attack from behind. In one instance a mercenary grasped the head of a cock sucker, forced him to swallow the spunk, and then throttled him on the cock. The killing required a degree of concentration and persistence. In another instance a lumberjack positioned a noose over the cock sucker’s forehead. The cock sucker could see the noose threat; whenever he withdrew his mouth from the cock the noose would wrap around his neck. He made sure he swallowed every drop before he withdrew his mouth. He imagined he could fight the noose off before it tightened. The lumberjack was armed with a fixed noose; he easily slipped the noose around the cock sucker’s neck and pulled tight. The cock sucker enjoyed his hoisting; for a few minutes he thrust his legs out, tried to use his boots as a weapon. This was a brave effort but the noose had other ideas. The nearby FC happened to be well armed with a loose noose. He waited until the lumberjack had secured the cock sucker properly for his hanging, and then noosed the lumberjack. He tightened it so that the lumberjack couldn’t undo it with his hands. He was strong enough to drag the lumberjack over to a hanging beam, threw the end of the noose over the hanging beam. His two guards caught it and secured it to a fixed position. He insisted on hoisting up the lumberjack as a display of strength to the guards. The cock sucker wanted to escape but found he was hanging next to the lumberjack. A further humiliation came when the guards pulled his camouflage trousers down. The cock was rock solid hard. “Look!” The FC went down on the cock, and showed his guards what to do. It was thoughtful to suck off the cock sucker. The second guard swallowed the lumberjack’s cum. A few intruders looked on at a distance but left them alone.
It was confusing to negotiate the obstacle course. The Boss stumbled on a slippery log and almost came to grief. Two mercenaries moved in for the kill but the Boss surprised them. He threw loose nooses over their heads, pulled tight and dragged them over to a hanging beam. Two lumberjacks helped him throw the nooses over the beam, secure them to a fixed position. They hoisted the mercenaries up, opened up the front of the camouflage trousers and pulled out the cocks and balls. The Boss then conspicuously raised two sharp knives and positioned them under the balls. The lumberjacks exclaimed: “Look at the cocks!” The cocks jumped up into an upright position. Both cocks of these two hanging mercenaries responded because the threat of castration turned them on. The Boss had to restrain his lumberjacks from instantly slicing them off. The tight nooses had to take effect. The cocks needed to spurt as part of the hanging ritual. The Boss noted that he was surrounded by erect cocks. It was a nice image which would be improved when the lumberjacks did their chosen job. He wondered whether the junior renegades could stitch the sliced off cocks and balls to a necklace but then remembered that the stores representative had supplied tape along with the knives. When the mercenaries stopped breathing the lumberjacks held up their knives. The Boss nodded approval. The lumberjacks grasped the cocks and balls in one hand and sliced with the other. When they moved back to the box of knives the Boss collected a roll of tape. The Boss taped the chests of the lumberjacks with the trophies. It worked. He also knew that it would be painful to rip the tape off their hairy chests. They could bear the pain. Their future hanging would be a manly sight. Indeed the body count would be larger than expected. The Boss could see that the mercenaries had nothing to lose but their cocks and balls. The Firm dispensed with all the fighters as an economic use of the noose. His intention was to noose and hoist strong fighters onto a hanging beam and then watch the cocks spurt for the last time.
The Firm’s drivers surprised themselves: not only did they enter into the spirit of fighting but they enjoyed using the nooses. They targeted and noosed a total of four mercenaries including the fuck buddy of the last mercenary to hang today. This was a pretty good body count considering that they were combat virgins. Hanging men deeply satisfied their lust. The duration of the hangings was comparatively short although it seemed long. Very soon a patrol of mercenaries set them up as targets. The mercenaries had strong arms to noose and then hoist them up. The drivers were fairly heavy in weight—too little exercise. It was only a matter of time and strong arms before the mercenaries hoisted them up. The nooses looked terrific and did their job effectively on the drivers’ necks. There was a raised timber log behind the hanging beam. Two of these mercenaries stepped up on it, straddled, pulled down their camouflage trousers, whipped out their cocks and shoved them up two hanging arses. The fucking was brutal. Within the next few minutes the drivers’ faces puffed up; they struggled with their legs in an effort to ground themselves; two makeshift leather chaps fell down to their ankles; and the mercenaries handled the exposed cocks. One cock spurted prematurely; the other three cocks required the combined pressure of the nooses and handlers. The four tongues jutted out in unison. To add to the drama two lumberjacks noosed the two mercenaries whilst they were fucking. The lumberjacks manually tightened the nooses as the two mercenaries shot sperm up the drivers’ arses. Other lumberjacks helped them throw the tug ropes over the forward hanging beam holding the four drivers, secure the nooses. The two mercenaries enjoyed their hanging. Their cocks had spurted profusely during the fucking. The tight nooses still put pressure on their cocks but it was pleasant. They like the idea that they were hanging together with other fighters. They wondered whether somebody would slice off their cocks and balls; at the start of today’s fight they were impressed with the junior renegades who sported such a display across their hairy chests.
Veterans noosed the other two drivers like rounding up cattle. They tightened the loose nooses around the necks and then dragged the drivers towards a hanging beam. The two drivers fought hard. It looked like they might escape at one point but the veterans were persistent. The ill-fitting chaps fell down to the drivers’ boots. The veterans were pleased to see two, long, thick cocks. The two drivers were pleased at this embarrassing moment that their cocks stood comparison with all the cocks onsite. The veterans methodically hoisted the drivers onto a higher hanging beam so that the legs swung freely above the ground. They secured the targets with difficulty; there were no spare pegs within easy distance. But they managed. The veterans gaped at the cocks which responded to the noosing. The FC noted this in the distance. He was glad that they were using their noose expertise. He hoped that some fighters would reciprocate the favors for them.
Some of the renegades wanted to use the chopping block. They did so later when a lumberjack strayed away from the killing zone. Somebody had unsuccessfully tried to strangle him; he walked away from the killing area in a daze straight into the welcoming arms of the renegades. There were no excuses. They chopped off his head and placed in on a pole.
What happened to the junior renegades wearing the necklaces? The Spanish speaking spokesman tasked them to collect more trophies. They were a desirable target immediately they stepped into the killing area. The fortunes of combat are unpredictable. All three renegades are now hanging with their trophies intact awaiting the knives. A lucky fighter will collect them at the conclusion of the combat. They hung away from each other in three separate noosing areas. The hangings were painful; the nooses cut right through the neck flesh; the Spanish speaking spokesman had an extra problem—he had bull-sized balls which froze up during the hanging. He wanted his assailant to hold and caress them to ease the pain. Such sentiments of tenderness are forbidden in the killing area. A kill is all that counts. When the hanging spree progressed it was possible to see that some of the fallen mercenaries had bull-sized balls. These were ideal for stuffing down lumberjack mouths and following through with choking.
The Boss was elusive partly because he tried to do a deal with the renegades. There would be no deal as the renegades were either carrying out their duties as guards on the perimeter or fighting on the killing field. As a matter of fact the FC’s two guards hunted him down for termination. They were pleased when they noosed him. The Boss’s neck was super large—the noose’s slip accommodated this. They hoisted him above the ground with physical exertion; additional fighters helped them but, in turn, slipped nooses over their necks; the guards felt the nooses tighten around their own necks at the very moment when they hoisted the Boss above the ground. The guards paid the price for attacking the chief lumberjack target. Their hanging was fair in this context especially when it was the terminal event in their lives. They couldn’t see their attackers but they felt the nooses burning through their neck flesh. Now five cocks were erect and poised to spurt. A fortunate few fighters watched as the prime cocks spurted once, twice and then at a dribble as the eyes glazed over. The Boss’s cock was monstrous in defeat. The pressure from the noose inspired the Boss’s cock to a terminal award winning spurt. A lumberjack who hated his Boss insisted on slicing it off. In fact a mercenary and a lumberjack together noosed the two guards. The spurting cocks reinforced the aggressive feelings of the fighters. At the same time the relief of spurting made the hanging easier for the two guards. They made a last wish –may many more fighters hang in the Wild Western breeze. Their wish was immediately granted. Their assailants were in turn noosed—the lumberjack in particular took offence. The mercenary relished the sight of the lumberjack swinging even as the noose cut down his breathing. Both cocks jutted out like poles. The mercenary remembered his stiff cock once fucked fighters hard during combat. Then his eyes glazed over, his tongue protruded and his torso collapsed. The lumberjack cursed inwardly as he was unable to shout. He missed the company of his timber workers. Yet, he could see some of them hanging—a marvelous sight. When the FC came across the hanging bodies of his two guards he realized that the Firm was executing them all.
Somewhat foolishly the two stores mercenaries demanded the right to slice off the guards’ cocks. No way, there are no rights on a killing field. There is no discussion. You just go ahead and do it! The fighters on the field saw their clumsy effort hanging a lumberjack. The triumphant mercenary and lumberjack turned on the stores mercenaries threw nooses around their necks and then hoisted them up to rounds of applause. They were totally dismayed when they felt the nooses tighten. During the next humiliation mercenaries cut open their camouflage trousers, pulled out their crown jewels for inspection. They passed the rough inspection. It’s a bonus when their sliced off cocks and balls will look good taped to a fighter’s bare chest. Ultimately mercenaries have no love for each other. They are primed to kill; in this case a mercenary attacked the stores mercenary. The kill would be successful. Now there were another four sets of cocks and balls awaiting the sharp knives. The stores mercenaries had been expected to demonstrate the use of the knives at the beginning. They neglected to carry out their mercenary duty. Instead they got sidetracked hoisting a lumberjack who had proved difficult to hang; but their noose had its way. The four sets included their own cocks and balls. The hanging took its time. There was a race to see which cock spurted first. The two tongues protruded. They saw how efficient the knives were slicing off their cocks and balls. Two fighters held the sets up for all to applaud. The nooses had choked the two fighters. The two fighters found it impossible to stuff the sliced cocks and balls into their mouths. So, they compromised. They stuffed the mouths of two dead bodies.
The Firm had sent two fighters who had drawn winning straws. In truth they were an asset on the killing field and acted independently of the mercenaries. They were bold enough to expose their cocks and balls by wearing brown leather chaps with the open front. As comparison showed their cocks and balls were as arousing as those of the Renegade guards accompanying the FC. They established discipline after the confusion of the opening round of obstacles. They shouted orders as if they were in military combat. They took the first opportunity to punish a guard who tried to sneak off the killing zone. They pulled down his jeans above his boots, hung him upside down in the middle of a hanging beam. This left an invitation for a passing fighter to slice off the set of cock and balls. They decided to target the stray fighter who carried out the deed. The stray fighter turned out to be a well-liked lumberjack. The noose liked his neck. Other lumberjacks fighting nearby were dismayed to see this figure hoisted up so effortlessly. Their attitude changed slightly when they saw the hanging lumberjack smiling with relief as the noose cut through his neck. His cock responded to the attention from the noose. He was well-liked because his big cock had fucked many lumberjack arses and mouths. It was fitting that his big cock delivered spunk at his hanging. He looked as if he was in a classic western hanging. He thrust his boots outwards to get an imaginary grip; he protruded his tongue; and he collapsed after the spunk sprayed the upheld knives of the Firm’s two fighters. They held the wet blades under and over as they sliced off the cock and balls. This was a turning point in the fight. After this point of no return the fighters settled down to concentrate on killing each other. Four mercenaries targeted the Firm’s two fighters. There was a prolonged struggle when the Firm’s two fighters tried in vain to escape the two nooses. Old hands would say that the nooses already had their names written on them. The nooses were loose, required throwing over the hanging beam and fixing to a ground position. The hoisting of their unwilling bodies demanded sheer physical effort. The mercenaries were happy to pay back the Firm in kind. It took time before the nooses tightened around their necks of their targets. Two mercenaries squeezed the balls, stroked and harshly pulled the cocks. The targets flinched, spurted prematurely. The other two mercenaries took over, ensured the cocks spurted and then reached down for the knives positioned on the side of their boots. Then something unexpected happened. A nearby lumberjack shouted out “No! No! Not my cock and balls!” Up to this point the fighting had been quiet bar loud orders. All the fighters laughed aloud. The hangings continued whilst the Firm’s two fighters held on to grim life. They were incorrect if they imagined any kind of rescue. The two mercenaries resumed position and sliced off the cocks and balls from their hanging targets. Maybe the wailing lumberjack needed silencing. They went across and saw that the lumberjack was spread-eagled on the ground. It was enterprising for a fighter to arrange spread-eagling in the killing zone. And, yes, a renegade was taunting the lumberjack’s captive cock and balls with the knife. The two mercenaries shoved the sliced cocks and balls into the mouths of both the spread-eagled lumberjack and the renegade. Another mercenary pulled down the renegade’s jeans. The cock was rock solid hard in response to the stimulus in his mouth. Also, the lumberjack’s was now rock solid hard. The other two mercenaries bent down, grasped the captive cocks and pulled. Sure enough the cocks spurted. Then they unsheathed their knives, sliced off the two sets of cocks and balls and held them up for all to see. The lumberjack tried to cry but the first mercenary finished him off with a classic choke followed by a broken neck. The renegade stood up with the sliced cock and balls in his mouth, tripped over an obstacle, and stumbled towards a loose noose. He failed to tighten it properly so a mercenary helped him. The mercenary was strong enough to secure the noose and hoist him up. The sliced cock and balls fell out of his mouth as his hanging progressed.
The veterans enjoyed using the knives which were better than any blade they had previously used. Yet, two South American mercenaries scored the cocks and balls of two veterans and stuffed them into the other’s mouth. Their fellow veterans evened the score by noosing the gringos. They noosed them properly: they ripped the camouflage trouser fly open, grappled the cock and balls and played with the sharp knives. The mercenaries tried to stop their cocks from spurting. The pressure from the tight nooses held them captive. The cocks splashed the bare veterans’ chests; there was a pause; they saw the sharp knives slash off their cocks and balls. Just before they lost consciousness they saw the veterans holding up their trophies for other fighters to applaud.
Jose moved in with his knife. He had sliced off many cocks and balls in his career. This time it was his turn to experience the noose. He couldn’t believe that the noose was biting into his neck. How could a lumberjack kill him? The lumberjack had the immediate strength to raise him above the ground and secure him to the timber. He found it spooky to be positioned alongside barely breathing or already hung fighters. He saw the lumberjack’s cock was fully erect; his own cock responded; he tried to stop his cock but it started to spurt. Both cocks spurted. Then Jose saw one of the piss dedicated mercenaries slip a noose around the lumberjack’s neck. At last Jose found satisfaction in this latest deed. He swung from the timber log absorbed in watching the lumberjack’s hanging.
The FC, the bastard, moved in with his sharp knife towards the hanging lumberjack. He thought for a brief moment that he had the target to himself. It looked as if fighters from both sides as well as renegades approached with raised knives. There was an impressive display of sharp knives, pubic hairs, erect cocks and firm balls. The mercenaries had opened up the front of their camouflage trousers and allowed their cocks to jut out. Would it matter who sliced off the lumberjack’s cock and balls? The threat was real to everybody. For a moment the situation could have turned into a free-for-all. The FC assumed his authority and sliced off the lumberjack’s cock and balls. There, he did the deed. The fighters respected him for his action. A number of cocks spurted in unison. They put away their knives for the moment. In the background a mercenary fumbled away with his slack cock: the FC was glad when a lumberjack fucked then started to strangle the mercenary. The FC joined in by fucking the lumberjack; he tucked his arms around the lumberjack’s chest, pulled the lumberjack back onto his cock; he then tried to stretch his arms onto the mercenary’s neck— the distance was too far. It was easier to wrap them around the lumberjack’s neck. He liked thrusting the cock as he strangled his target. The strangling of both fighters was tough work. The two piss mercenaries were combat fodder only. The FC wondered what happened to the outstanding cocks and balls of his dead guards. Was a fighter wearing them across his chest? No. He discovered that their mouths were stuffed with their buddy’s trophies.
In the course of the fighting the lumberjacks were left with three fighters, the mercenaries had five fighters and the renegade renegades had eleven fighters—four fighters were missing in action.
What tales did the missing four fighters tell? They were lumberjacks wearing chaps with exposed cocks. The four lumberjacks aimed their piss onto dead bodies. It was reasonable to hold onto the cocks with their right hands. They overlooked the fact that their tall necks were attractive targets. They simply didn’t see or hear the mercenaries approach from behind. The shock of the hands applying pressure to their windpipes was abrupt. There were unable to counter-attack; they found it difficult to finish the pissing stream; they wanted to resist but gasped for breath. The mercenaries enjoyed every moment of the steady, methodical strangulations. This was a classic warriors’ treat; they keep up the relentless pressure; whenever the targets attempted to breath they choked off the airwaves. It was cruel, it terminated the targets—and they didn’t have to break any necks to finish off the targets. They were positioned directly behind the necks as they strangled the targets. The lumberjacks never saw their assailants.
The cocksure mercenaries celebrated in two ways. Firstly, they opened up the front of their camouflage trousers and pulled out their cock and balls. By way of explanation mercenaries play pretend-snuff games between contracts. The players form a tight circle, face to face, and neck to neck. The objective of the pretend-snuff game was to strangle players into unconsciousness. The winner was the Last Man Standing. Their second celebration now was to play the snuff game without any pretence.
“Go on! Dare you to play the snuff game” they taunted one another. They took the dare. Successful kills gave them confidence to continue strangling. They strode across to meet up, formed a circle, put their arms on top of each other’s shoulders and congratulated one another. They liked the manly pressure of the arms on their shoulders. They smiled at one another, acknowledged the strength of their arms and proceeded to move each arm across to the nearest left and right necks. They started the snuff game by playing with each other’s “Adams apple”. This was equivalent to tickling one another. Their bodies still shuddered from the previous strangulations. Eight strong arms locked onto the four necks from two directions. There was no escape. This felt better—they hoped that their arms would be victorious. The variation in this game was simple—they strangle until breathing stops. Who would be the victor? Who would be strangled? They smiled again, said “Yes!” with emphasis and immediately applied force. The throat of the mercenary with a hairless chest responded with the first gargle. The two mercenaries on either side of him intensified the pressure on his neck; he responded by putting more pressure on them; now all three gargled; the fourth mercenary in turn sensing victory tried to unlock himself from the circle; he was unable to and the pressure on his neck set his throat gargling. The next move was unscripted. The fourth mercenary fell in a faint dropping both his arms. This was the signal for the mercenaries on either side of him to finish him off. The three mercenaries crouched down on their legs, sustained the pressure on all necks whilst the strangling continued on the fallen mercenary. It was no mean feat. The strangling took a lot of male energy. The circle space tightened with the body in the middle. The cock was wet with cum from an earlier encounter; the balls, nice balls intact. The stranglers felt reassured even though strong arms locked onto their own necks. In their respective boot camps they fired weapons after adopting the
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Old 08-04-2016, 10:52 AM
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There are 12 rules to the game. All participants were familiar. Messing up, could mean their own death. Mr. Black and Mr White were well aware of the danger, but also, the reward, should they succeed.

It did not take long. An ad was posted on a local dating site and they had a live one a couple hours later. A meeting was set, a plan was laid out, and the game was on.

Zoey, recently single and with renewed courage entered the dating scene knowing she was hot and could--no SHOULD be able to get any guy she wanted. So she took that attitude when she posted her slightly snooty ad and hopefully, found herself a new potential boyfriend. But things were not looking so good as the minutes passed at the fancy restaurant, 4 waters later and no date.

That was when Lucky showed up. Dumb name, but welcome addition to this failing party and she was willing to go anywhere at this point just to move this disastrous night forward.

In the parking lot, another man showed up and quickly she ascertained that they knew each other and that HE was the one that no showed her. Her predicament was starting to form and when she tried to bolt, they attacked her.

The game was point based and they had set up a situation that was sure to be lucrative, so they decided it to was their advantage to work this one together and let the Grandmaster split the points after review of the footage.

They got her to the safe house and slammed her down on the bed, pulling off her clothes, gagging her, then started their assault. This really was an easy game, it would seem, as all they had to do was be horrible to this young women and that is what they did. Forcing her to suck their cocks, then taking turns raping her. What fun. And for the bondage points, they kept her hands cuffed behind her and knew the pain they were causing would give them bonus as well.

They fucked her several ways and finally each dumped a load in her. She was used, abused and degraded to nothing. She just laid on the bed, head matted in the mattress, tears in her eyes. In shock and disbelief.

For the final round of the game, they had to kill her. The method was predetermined to be strangling.

As they moved her out to the middle of the room on the white sheet, she came to realized what was about to happen and started to freak out. But, it was only a moment, for the garrote was quickly around her next and she was being murdered by one of her attackers as the other checked the camera.

Violently she struggle--the garrote digging into her flesh, the cuffs tearing into her wrists and back. Her legs flopped and flayed about. Her face darkened and tensed up, the look of panic in her face was priceless. This was premium footage.

It took a while. At one point, her face was smashed into the dirty carpet, drool and tongue touching the fibers as the life slowly pulsed out of her body. Slower...slower....slower. Done.

There was silence and satisfaction. A job well done. They rolled her up in the sheet they killed her on and dragged her out of the room to dispose of her per instructions.


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Lucky is wheeled into the lair on an old industrial cart with her wrists bound tightly together behind her back and her ankles tied. She has never been tied up before and Lucky Molester plans on breaking her in with a strict hogtie. She is scared and demands to be freed but he stuffs a huge rag into her gapping mouth and then wraps duct tape tightly over her mouth and around her head sealing her mouth shut. She grunts and groans into her gag as he pulls her elbows together behind her back and ties them tightly together with rope. Lucky squirms and struggles helplessly on the cart as he rolls her over onto her belly. A rope is tied around her thick waist then pulled down between her legs. Lucky protests in vain into her gag as the rope is pulled up between her pussy lips and up the crack of her huge ass. He feeds the crotch rope between her bound wrists then up between her bound heels. He pulls the rope tight forcing her feet up to her hands in a tight hogtied. The rope is then run up around her shoulders and across her chest before being tied off at her bound elbows. He leaves the fiesty Latina struggling helplessly on the cart moaning, groaning, screaming and crying into her gag. She has never felt so helpless in her life and realizes that there is no way of escaping the ropes. She is his captive until he decides to let her go.

never let you go, never

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Old 08-06-2016, 06:57 AM
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Cindy Molester:

heh heh, I love Cindy aand her Mama.

My dreams curdle the night, the heavy, wet November night. Outside, the rustle of corn in the fields, silage of dreams, of a man¹s want. And inside, my boner poking up against the sheet. Lightening far off, breaking out the night. The whispering of the house, conversations of ghosts. And the howls. That pack of dogs is come sniffing around the barn again. They always know when I got me another girl.

I got me two of them a couple days ago, their pussies ripe and glittery-wet like jewels, nipples as tight and hard as nuggets, cold enough to ripple the skin. November¹s got a chill around these parts. When a girl shivers it bones me up fat and hard, strong enough to squirt.

Ripe pussy. Oh yes. You got to ripen a cunt. You don¹t pick a cunt from the vine till it¹s bursting, till it¹s just perfect, young and tender and wide-eyed, with silky breasts and smooth white ass and oh those cold, tight tits that are enough to make you piss your pants. You grab that piece of pussy when she¹s not looking, and stuff her mouth, and tape a plastic bag over her head. Then you tie her arms and legs so tight that pussy can¹t wiggle a toe or twitch a finger. You make her hurt with rope.

Then you got to improve the flavor. You got to hang that pussy in the barn a day or two, let the ropes do their work. You tie your new pussy spread-eagle wide and tight, then cane her ass and those bulbous pale drupes, those pussy boobs. You spank and slap. You soften that pussy up.

Yep. That first night when I was lying here in bed, I could hear them both a-sobbing and moaning. That brought the dogs nosing the barn door, whining and clawing the padlock, scaring them two girls enough to make them cream, was my guess. I left the two of them up in the hay mow, one tied down on her back to a corn crib, the other dangling above so¹s she¹d piss the face of that younger brat. Oh she was a fighter, that one. But I wrung it out of her.

Yesterday a cold wind was running down through the west field. I tossed that cunt in the bucket of my tractor and drove her out to the rocks. I chained her legs spread wide, and then screwed a brank into that sassy mouth. When the dogs found her, I bet they had a party sniffing and licking and nipping at her all night long. I like the thought of them dogs sticking their wet snouts in her fancy girl crotch and humping her any which way.

That works like a charm. After a night of that, any piece of ass will do exactly as I want. I had already made those two cunts suck each other¹s pussy. I hung one upside down against the other. I made them suck right, till both their faces was creamy and sticky and smelled like cunt.

I moved them around in the dark tonight. Dangled the one head down from the blade of my backhoe. Transporting of pussy is easy if you got yourself a decent tractor.

Why do I do it? Cause its lots of fun. Besides, it gets me hard, so hard my dick cracks a cunt like I¹m a butcher and splitting a side of beef right smack down the middle.

Lying in bed and thinking about what I¹ve been doing to them makes me even harder. I reach down beside the bed and jerk on a chain. Her head pops up, the one that had such a sassy mouth before. I still got her wrists and ankles tied so that she¹s no trouble. There¹s nothing worse than a troublesome piece of pussy. But she knows what to do now. I throw the quilt off my rock hard cock. Ah. Nice, warm girl mouth on my big pecker, the flicking of her tongue over the stiff head, her lips sliding up and down. She¹s got a good mouth, this one, wide and deep enough for everything I got.

She¹s getting there. Another night chained out to that rock and by god, she¹ll fall all over herself to do anything I want. I¹ll stuff my whole cock in her mouth and tell her to work that mouth and tongue like a good cunt is supposed to work. I¹ll make her sleep with my balls in her mouth. And when I¹m eating, I¹ll have her kneel under the table and hold my cock in her mouth just to keep it warm and hard.

Ahh. Girl mouth and the heavy, wet night. Distant thunder. And when I come, bright lights, whispers in the walls and floors. Good ripe pussy. Soft pussy. Uncut silage rustling in the fields, silage of dream. Wet girl mouth, slick tongue, damp cunt ready and waiting.


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Cindy is pushed to the floor in the lair by Cindy Molester with her arms twisted up behind her back in a cruel reverse prayer. Her mouth is packed and sealed shut with duct tape to keep her quiet. He crosses her ankles and ties they tightly together with her knees spread apart. A rope is tied around her tiny waist then pulled down between her legs and buried deep into her crotch. The crotch rope is then pulled around her crossed and bound ankles pulling her feet up to her ass. Now as she struggles Cindy pulls the crotch rope tighter and tighter splitting her pussy in two. He pulls her up onto her knees and checks her bonds before laying her back in the floor. A rope is woven into her hair then her hair is tied back to her bound wrists. Cindy is left wriggling around on the floor in absolute helplessness

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Cindy Mama is brought into the lair by Cindy Molester . His hand is clamped tightly over her mouth and rope cuts into her wrists tying her hands behind her back. He shows her a pile of rope on a table then explains that he plans on using all that rope on her poor body. He leads Cindy Mama over to a chair and forces her to sit. He pulls a huge rag out of his pocket and her eyes go big when she sees how big the rag is knowing that he plans on stuffing it all into her mouth. Cindy Molester forces her mouth open then stuffs the huge rag deep into her mouth then pulls some elastic wrap between her lips and wraps it tightly around her head. Her jaws are spread painfully wide as the elastic bandage pushes the rag deeper between her teeth. He then bends and ties her ankles tightly together. Cindy Mama groans in pain as he goes behind her and pulls her elbows tightly together then wraps ropes around her upper arms fusing her elbows completely together behind the chair. More ropes are then wound up over over shoulders and then around her chests and arms pinning her torso to the chair. Cindy Mama has never felt so helpless and vunerable before in her life as he tips the chair back to demonstrate just how helpless she is. Cindy Molester looks down at the helpless blond and sees that she is trying to push the rag out past the elastic bandage wrapped around her head. So he grabs some duct tape and wraps it over her mouth and around her head to seal the gag tightly in place. He leaves his hapless captive helplessly pinned to the chair sobbing and crying for help.

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