“You will never be whipped nor fucked again, and you will not be Big Tits killed until I decide you have repented”. His eyes bored into hers and she trembled at the intensity of her own surrender. She would gladly have fallen to the floor at his feet, but she felt he already knew that. “I am yours” she said simply. “When you experience sexual release…” he pre-empted her protestation with a look, raising one eyebrow imperiously. “It will happen, because you are a wanton. You are being ridden to your death by a daemon of lust”. His hand slid around her shoulders to the nape of her neck and drew her face to his. “Command me” she pleaded, wallowing in her own abasement. “You must deny yourself catharsis, otherwise you will be strung up by wrists and ankles and flogged until you faint”. An evil smile played around the edges of his full, sensuous mouth. “How does that make you feel”? “Complete” the answer came from somewhere deep inside herself and it was followed by a foaming torrent of wild abandon, fierce and furious contortions and a high-pitched scream of joyous despair. She fell to the floor, her crotch drenched and jerking from the intensity of her orgasm, and she had devoted herself to the rule of the Order of Anna Darvulia from that moment. She knew that she could abandon herself to carnal frenzy at the slightest, forbidden touch of her own fingers and that she would be rewarded with the fulfilment of her deepest desires. Even before she had buried the end of the hook in her arse and spread herself open to every defilement she had been floating on a plane of delirious arousal, but she remained unsatisfied in accordance with Grigori’s wishes. The sound of bare feet on the stone flags outside woke her from this reverie and she turned an expectant face to the doorway, the prospect of a hot stream of piss running over her chin and belly to drip from her cunt bringing an animated radiance to her delicate features, but the footsteps passed by and disappeared into the depths of the building. To punish herself for her over-eagerness she pinched at her throbbing nipples, slowly, deliberately and cruelly until she began to feel a wave of depraved pleasure building deep inside herself – then clasped her orgy hands firmly together behind her back. A tear welled up at the corner of her eye as a cold breeze from the open window played over her erect and neglected teats. LOUISETTE Vasiliki strode into The Greek’s art deco villa like a conqueror; she covered the fierce, abandoned excitement she had betrayed during their dalliance with her usual composed coolness. Hardcore Sex Milena followed meekly behind, as her defeated and naked victim, but she could not suppress an intense moan at the scene which greeted them. The walls, floor and ceiling were all pure white against which two items stood out starkly – a stainless-steel guillotine and an oaken block, Hot Babes against which leant an antique doppelhänder sword. As they drew closer Vasiliki was startled by a click and whirr from above them and she jerked her head around to see a closed-circuit television camera suspended from the ceiling which had begun to track their movement. She turned back to Milena, arching one perfect eyebrow. “It seems there is a choice” she said, her voice echoing around the bare chamber. Milena regarded her silently, her nude body whipped and welted and her eyes blazing. “Which one scares you? Which excites you”? “I cannot” Milena stammered pitifully. A tear formed in the corner of one blue eye and her lip trembled. “It doesn’t matter what I want” she murmured. Vasiliki stepped closer. There was an air of wild exuberance about her, a barely restrained ferocity, as she closed her fist around a handful of blonde tresses and pulled their faces close together. “But I wish to know what you want” she spat. Milena swallowed hard to collect herself and met Vasiliki’s passion with profound submission, surrendering to her executioner’s embrace. “I want only to be butchered” she pronounced. “I want it as much as you do”. “As much as I do” Vasiliki muttered under her breath, trailing her fingertips down the soft flesh of Milena’s throat. “Then help me to decide” she went on, pressing her hip into the warmth of Milena’s groin and wrapping long arms group sex around her. For many minutes, they remained like that, the air filled with the sound of fingers churning wetly and soft, breathy moans. Her breath caught as she pictured Olive slipping off her shorts and spreading her thighs wide leaving her pussy defenseless to her oral assault. 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