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A little taste
14 years ago
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Of what will be coming up in the next story. I don't have too much time to write right now so I wanted to get some to wet the appetites of you freaky people.
So here's a little exerpt from my next story Lovely Torture
Male and Female rape
Castration
Penectomy
Torture
Pain
Slavery
Sadism
Blood
Death
The zebra stallion stared at the hardwood table in utter terror. It was stout and thick legged, the top streaked with old, dried black blood. A pair of powerful steers had him by the arms and pulled him to stand in front of it. He struggled against them but it was no good, they were far larger than him and had just as much reason to do as their mistress commanded. Keesha stood on the opposite side, tapping her foot and thumbing her cruelly curling blade.
“Please,” he begged, “Please don’t.” He tried to pull away from the steers again but they held him fast.
“You made your choice,” she growled, “No you must pay the price for your choice.” The lioness stabbed the tip of her dagger down into the thick wood. Other such chips and cuts marred the dark surface. Henry swallowed hard.
“Please,” he tried again, “Please, just this once.”
“No,” Keesha replied, her tone flat. The lioness was not pleased. She grabbed hold of the thin chain the dangled between his legs and yanked hard on it. The stallion let out a muffled cry of pain but tried to fight her, clenching his groin muscles. Keesha frowned and snapped out a swift kick. The top of her foot caught him in the balls, driving his orbs into his pelvis. Henry let out a scream and staggered, kept erect only by her faithful guards. The kick loosened his muscles and the lioness pulled his considerable cock free of its sheath. She hooked the end of the chain to a ring on the table, stretching his dick across the heaviest concentration of deep scratches.
Taking a honing stone from her belt pouch, Keesha flicked her blade across it. The soft “shring shring shring” of metal and stone made Henry look up. Tears of pain filled his eyes and horror on his face.
“I gave you the day with your love, as you wanted,” Keesha growled, setting the stone aside, “Now you must pay the price for that time.” The lioness now took a familiar little jar out and began applying the contents to his cock. Henry felt the warm rush through his dick as it hardened to its full size.
“Please,” he whined pitifully, “Please don’t.”
“Stop complaining,” the lioness snapped, “I hate complaining.” She snapped her hand down onto his meat, measuring the distance from the tip.
Her knife came down to rest against his thickly veined member. The zebra stallion clenched his eyes shut and locked his jaw. There was nothing he could do to stop her. The two steers tightened their grip on him as his muscles tensed.
“See,” Keesha purred, “I knew you would obey.”
So here's a little exerpt from my next story Lovely Torture
Male and Female rape
Castration
Penectomy
Torture
Pain
Slavery
Sadism
Blood
Death
The zebra stallion stared at the hardwood table in utter terror. It was stout and thick legged, the top streaked with old, dried black blood. A pair of powerful steers had him by the arms and pulled him to stand in front of it. He struggled against them but it was no good, they were far larger than him and had just as much reason to do as their mistress commanded. Keesha stood on the opposite side, tapping her foot and thumbing her cruelly curling blade.
“Please,” he begged, “Please don’t.” He tried to pull away from the steers again but they held him fast.
“You made your choice,” she growled, “No you must pay the price for your choice.” The lioness stabbed the tip of her dagger down into the thick wood. Other such chips and cuts marred the dark surface. Henry swallowed hard.
“Please,” he tried again, “Please, just this once.”
“No,” Keesha replied, her tone flat. The lioness was not pleased. She grabbed hold of the thin chain the dangled between his legs and yanked hard on it. The stallion let out a muffled cry of pain but tried to fight her, clenching his groin muscles. Keesha frowned and snapped out a swift kick. The top of her foot caught him in the balls, driving his orbs into his pelvis. Henry let out a scream and staggered, kept erect only by her faithful guards. The kick loosened his muscles and the lioness pulled his considerable cock free of its sheath. She hooked the end of the chain to a ring on the table, stretching his dick across the heaviest concentration of deep scratches.
Taking a honing stone from her belt pouch, Keesha flicked her blade across it. The soft “shring shring shring” of metal and stone made Henry look up. Tears of pain filled his eyes and horror on his face.
“I gave you the day with your love, as you wanted,” Keesha growled, setting the stone aside, “Now you must pay the price for that time.” The lioness now took a familiar little jar out and began applying the contents to his cock. Henry felt the warm rush through his dick as it hardened to its full size.
“Please,” he whined pitifully, “Please don’t.”
“Stop complaining,” the lioness snapped, “I hate complaining.” She snapped her hand down onto his meat, measuring the distance from the tip.
Her knife came down to rest against his thickly veined member. The zebra stallion clenched his eyes shut and locked his jaw. There was nothing he could do to stop her. The two steers tightened their grip on him as his muscles tensed.
“See,” Keesha purred, “I knew you would obey.”
