Revenge: Wife Screaming Contest (3)

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Revenge: Wife Screaming Contest (3)The tannoy loudspeaker crackled from high in the wall – ‘Wash her off again, chaps – some of our viewers are a bit squeamish – they wont want to see all that shit smeared everywhere. Sypho 1 – whilst the others are cleaning her up I want you to fuck her throat – Oh and Liz – just so as you know, don’t go trying to bite his cock off, with the mixture of leprosy and syphilis he’s suffering from, if you were to close your teeth too far you’d bit right through it and you’d swallow his festering cock, maggots and all! ‘The tannoy speaker clicked off. Syph 1 approached the end of the slab where Liz’s tear-stained face looked up at him, terror and revulsion visible in her eyes. The leper pressed a button and the end of the slab lowered, bringing Liz’s face to a height where Syph could easily penetrate her mouth with his decomposing penis. Roughly grabbing her hair , he pulled Liz’s head hard onto the downward sloping head rest and quickly passed and roughly fastened a broad leather strap across her forehead rendering her head totally immobile. . Raising his arm into the air he brought his fist down in a mighty crashing blow onto Liz’s nose . ‘No bite – ok?’ blood and snot spurted out of Liz’s nose and she began to gag as the back of her throat also filled with blood, her retches mixed with her sobs of pain.‘ You bite? – You get Sparky!’ said Syph 1 . ‘Show cunt Sparky work!’ he shouted to his colleagues and the other two giggling retards brought their electrodes along the slab and allowed the viciously jagged crocodile clips to bite onto Liz’s erect nipples. Liz’s back arched and she screamed with pain, her body writhing in a vain attempt to shake off the excruciating clamping clips. The three retards laughed hysterically and masturbated themselves furiously. Syph 1 said – ‘Show cunt Sparky now!’ and the fattest leper waddled over to the control unit, spun a couple of switches and pressed the big red button..The ceiling lights dimmed momentarily as a sequence of high voltage, but low current, bolts of electricity pulsed through the cables and the crocodile clips attached to Liz’s nipples. Her back arched again and blue sparks momentarily flickered across her sweating skin from one nipple to the other. Deep in her throat, a penetrating guttural scream was intermittently choked by the blood and snot in her gullet. The smell of burning flesh met her nose and the lepers pointed at the small flame that rose from one nipple and high-fived each other. Sparky was designed not to deliver a continuous flow of electricity, which could prematurely kill a subject. Instead it worked in a sequence of rising and falling high voltage levels of varying intensity and duration – never enough to kill but sufficient to induce such agonising physical pain resulting in convulsions of the body – skeletal fractures were not uncommon as a result.Fat leper had set the machine for a three minute sequence of vicious stabs of high voltage. Liz’s body rose off the slab with each burst of current, but with her head clamped down so hard against the headrest, she felt her neck would snap each time her body thrashed around and eventually she was too weak to even attempt to ride out the bucking burst of voltage and just lay there with the voltage coursing through the flesh of her tattered tits and, in a dream like state of semi consciousness, she even began to imagine it was enjoyable – hot and penetrating. Liz’s guts contracted with each surge of electricity and her anal sphincter twitched but there was nothing left inside her bowels to expel.Sparkys illegal bahis siteleri timer clicked into the ‘off’ position and the three lepers groaned with disappointment.‘Me fuck throat now – you find squeaker’ ordered Syph 1 as he stepped towards Liz’s face.Through her delirium Liz thought ‘Find squeaker – what’s that about?’ just as the most revolting smell invaded her nostrils . She opened her eyes just in time to see a hairy ulcerated unwashed ball sac above her face. A luke-warm wet object thrust between her lips and teeth and into her mouth – her head was tilted back at such an angle the object soon entered her snot and blood filled gullet. The smell in her nostrils was overpowering .Opening her eyes she was looking at a shit smeared clinker cluttered old man.s ass hole which was lowered onto the bridge of her bloody nose, before Syph 1 began to long slow luxurious fucking of his victim’ throat…….[in the meantime… written by alfredbjunk]After hearing that Mandy was snatched from the private cellar of my interrogators, where they had held her for their sexual pleasure – but certainly not her’s, I am afraid – and the occasional “guinea pig” job to try out new trotrue techniques, or tools, I changed my mind. The electricity torture could wait. Having not seen her for a few days, I felt a string urge to inflict physical pain with my own hands, to eel her squirming, sweating, bucking, and smell her breath while she was screaming on top of her lungs. So, instead of the electricity room, I had her tied to the metal seat frame, arms extended, and a bucket of water emptied onto her burning body to make her fully aware that the next torment was about to start. The way her shoulders were thrown back and tied to the metal frame made her breasts pop forward; this position made more justice to them than the hanging; they were still firm, round and well formed. As I prepared to work on them, I could not but admire them.Mandy put up her head, looking at me in despair, eyes filled with terror, because she could be sure that every day, every treatment in our dungeons would be more cruel, more painful, more destructive and more humiliating that the previous. I had a hot brazier brought up to her. On it, there were several iron needles, of different sizes, but all very substantial, like a carpenter’s heavy nail. I took one, red hot, from its wooden handle, and put it in front of Mandy’s face. She didn’t say anything, but when I touched her right thigh with the tip, burning her skin; she squirmed and hissed in pain.I said, “You’ll plead.”“I… shall not,” she replied.“We’ll see,” I said. And, grabbing Mandy’s left breast, I pierced it with the needle, sideways. Burning skin and fat and fluids hissed, and vapor rose in the air. Mandy screamed with her head fully tilted backwards. I gave her some time to recover; she contorted, clenched her teeth and tried to stave off the pain breathing fast.I grabbed her breast again and inserted another needle, this time from below; this time Mandy howled and moved her hips violently as far as her restrains would allow. But she didn’t plead.I took another needle with my left hand, grabbed Mandy’s right breast and sent the needle inside it sideways. Again, Mandy screamed like an a****l and contorted wildly. I waited a bit; then, I held the needles I had inserted from the outside of the breasts one with each hand, and, looking straight into Mandy’s face, started squeezing them. Mandy squirmed and contorted, screaming continually; when she was about to faint, I stopped. Your poor Mandy was moaning and sobbing.I youwin giriş picked up her face and said, “Have you had enough?”“Be… damned,” she answered, in a whisper, so squeezed her breasts again, moving the inserted needles, pulling, pushing and rotating them. Mandy screamed and howled, contorting and squirming; when I stopped, her head fell violently on her chest, trembling and breathing spasmodically. I shook her face, to reanimate her, and noted her imploring, wet eyes, but Mandy didn’t say anything. I then took another needle, a short one, and looking straight into her eyes, presented it in front of her left nipple, red and glowing. This time, Mandy looked at me with imploring eyes, her lips trembling; that was an unequivocal plea to stop, but I went on and very slowly inserted it right through her nipple. Boy, how it excited me to have the power to torture, mutilate, destroy pretty women.Mandy yelled and contorted wildly and mer
cifully fainted. Damn her, there were at least four more needles I wanted to stick into her breasts, then I wanted to throatfuck her, while twisting and squeezing the needles. I love the muffled cries of women getting tortured while gagging on my cock. And now she stole that pleasure, by passing out. I slapped her head a few times, hard, took the needles out of her tortured breasts and smeared the blood oozing out from the wounds all over her tits and face.I will not forget that. One of these days, I will have you screaming, gagging and sucking my cock, and I will not let you off so easily…__________________________________Did you like that fantasy? What is your own fantasy how you would use my wife’s hot body if she were all yours for a night or a weekend? Will it be erotic and gentle, or rough, or outright violent? How – for instance – would you interrogate her and extract all secret information from her, if she were your prisoner, a captured spy, in a remote detention and interrogation centre of your evil organisation…I invite you to send it to me (by PM or email to [email protected]), and I will post the best fantasies in my blog.If you need inspiration, check out this blog post: http://xhamster.com/user/alfredbjunk/posts/223997.html and the assortment of vicious instruments depicted in my “fantasy fodder” gallery: http://xhamster.com/photos/gallery/2388938/fantasy_fodder.html, or the samples of fantasies already submitted (see below).Imagine her nude and helpless body, slightly bruised already from being gang****d by the eight guards the night they brought her into your prison, chained to the wall of her brightly lit prison cell. She knows that you know what she came her for, that little sexy over-confident spy slut… And she knows that you will try to make her talk, no matter how long it takes, no matter how much she screams and begs for mercy… She is a brave girl, and you will probably need to use all your interrogator’s skills learned in the Taliban prisons, and use all the tools from that filthy steel table, to break her will…If you are good at faking pics – or willing to give it a try – use her pics from this gallery, http://xhamster.com/photos/gallery/2591772/fake_my_wife_039_s_pics_to_illustrate_your_fantasy_soft_or_hard.html, and show me what her body would look like during and after the interrogation. More nude pics and a selection of tools that might be put to good use on a prisoner’s soft and tender body here: http://xhamster.com/photos/gallery/2388938/fantasy_fodder.html.You will find many more nude or near-nude or otherwise hot pics of her here:http://xhamster.com/photos/gallery/2266808/holiday_nude_pics.htmlhttp://xhamster.com/photos/gallery/1929193/tributes_wanted_tribute_my_wife_pics_and_vids.htmlhttp://xhamster.com/photos/gallery/1906811/vidcaps_from_my_undercover_work.htmlhttp://xhamster.com/photos/gallery/1705965/funbags.htmlhttp://xhamster.com/photos/gallery/1705976/funhole.htmlhttp://xhamster.com/photos/gallery/1707687/taking_the_puppies_out_for_a_walk.htmlhttp://xhamster.com/photos/gallery/2373546/holiday_tit_pics_from_the_past_years_find_the_cameltoe.htmlor canlı bahis in my collection of undercover videos.Samples from fantasies already submitted:* I’d love to take her for a night 😉 I’d use all three of her holes and make sure she kept a big butt plug in all night* Your wife is now lying on the floor, sobbing, she realizes that she has been left alone in front of the cells, the men still in a frenzy. Suddenly, to her horror, she sees the doors of all the cells sliding open. She is thrown over the big table at the end of the corridor and they take turns holding her down while she is brutally ****d, they throw her face down to **** her ass, then turn her over to fuck her cunt, backwards and forwards they throw her. For nearly an hour she is ****d and beaten until the armed guards return and order the men back into their cells. Your wife lies on the floor whimpering, scratched, bruised and bleeding.* At first she jumped realizing that I could see her naked body. Then she dropped her towel and smiled at me as she walked slowly over and closed the door. […] I put my hand back between her legs and said quietly, cum for me , let me watch you cum. She closed her eyes and opened her legs further then they were as a signal of her willingness to let me have her* I will slap her face hard and spit on her, then i will kick her on the pussy, punch her belly, and as she scream i will put my cock down her throat! Pull her hair hard as i pumping her face and slap harder and kick harder, then i will open her eyes wide with my fingers and cum in her eyes* I want to be naked and suck her nipples while my hands stroke and caress her breasts with my body pleading for her to mount my horny lusting cock* Then I told her about the wild pack of dogs that I kept, and if she didn’t talk I was going to bring them all in the room and close the door behind me. She was going to get the dogs whether she talked or not, but she didn’t know that.* Her soaking wet pussy grinding against my face as I licked and sucked her clit while thrusting my fingers deep into her tight wet asshole… her loud moans now gargled with the sound of her slurping my cock, rubbing my balls ad rimming my asshole… the feel of her hot, wet mouth on my cock would send me into an explosive orgasm, causing a quick choking motion as my cum hit her throat and filled her mouth* A young woman is lying on a filthy mattress. Her once beautiful body is a mess, her breasts look like raw hamburger meat and the whole area between her legs is one big raw bleeding wound. Your wife almost faints. “I hope you wont be as stupid as this bitch tomorrow” says the man in charge, and then your wife is thrown into her own cell to await her fate.* She sits with open legs talking while other men watch her nice pussy. they start to spunk on her breast on her mouth and inside her pussy. she received 30 spunkthen they all escape and let her crying on the floor. she still cries, but something strange happened, she is excited by the v******e so she decides to go nude on the road provocating other man* I have already removed her clothes so that she feels more uncomfortable and have her tied with her legs and arms spread, so she is totally exposed to me. She smiles and looks longingly at me just before I slap her right breast making her yelp with obvious pain

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