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A hand reached into her mouth, ripped out her panties, and rubbed them onto her face. His cock soon replaced them, and she tasted her cum and virgin blood mixed all over it. The humiliation of being forced to clean her rapist’s cock stoked the fire in her cunt even more. All too soon, he pulled out, and she could hear something moving back and forth. Drawers, he was opening and closing a set of drawers, presumably looking for something. When he stopped, he pulled off her blindfold, and she could see him in his nude glory. He was every bit as well-built as she had thought, and covered head to toe in thick, wiry black hair. He seemed to have some ink on his ribs, but in the low light of the one incandescent bulb in the room, it was hard for her to make out what it was. Then she noticed what was in his hand, what he had been searching for in the drawers, and her heart skipped a beat. It was a long and heavy whip, with some sort of beads bound by knots in it. “While I wait for my cock to dry, I am going to introduce you to your new acquaintance. This whip is several feet of rough rawhide. Those knots and metal balls you see are steel ball bearings. Suffice to say, when I hit you with this, it will be excruciating. You indian are going to count each strike aloud and ask me politely for another. If you don’t, the count will start over from 0. Any time I’m beating you, you will do this. Once you get to 10 contiguous strikes, I will force my dry cock up your tight, virgin little ass, and rape it til you bleed, or I cum. Whichever happens first. At that point in time, I’ll give you your only choice of the night.” Without any further ado, he moved the whip back, and brought it down hard on her left breast, one of the ball bearings striking her nipple squarely. The pain was so intense, desi she saw stars, but she managed to stammer out “1… thank you Sir, may I please have another?” He obliged, and the next struck her right breast, and once more she cried out in pain, but managed to follow his instructions. He continued, alternating breasts until the tenth strike, which he put as much strength into as possible, and brought it down between her legs. She screamed louder than she could ever recall screaming, and nearly was sick from the pain. “What’s the matter fuckpig? Like getting whipped so much you stop counting on the last strike? Or was it just that you love your little cunt getting beaten by ball bearings? Well, I guess I’ll have to start over from 0, but don’t worry, I’ll remember where you like it.” His next strike followed the last, right between her legs, but she had learned her lesson, and couldn’t wait for this nightmare to be over. Somehow, she pushed through the pain and managed to gasp out ‘1’ and ask him for another lashing. As he beat her, she could feel a india change taking place in her. While each impact was still excruciating, and thanking him for her torture while asking for more was still degrading, she had never been turned on more, and pleasure was starting to creep its way through all the physical and emotional pain. She did finally make it to 10 lashes and breathed a sigh of short-lived pussy relief. He felt her grab his head desi and hold him. Not my problem. Do you like my little surprise?” he indian said. She felt excited and empowered. anymore. “Take your clothes off.” “Aaaack.. I backed off out of her sight and watched to make sure nobody disturbed her. We stood silently for a moment, perfectly at ease, casually examining each other’s naked bodies. I must be a little bi. Sudha didn't smile now and her voice shook a little. "Most of us stayed on our feet." A good body excites me as does intelligence, wit and sensitivity. I pressed her against the side of the car, holding her in place while I stabbed blindly with my cock, seeking her cunt. Please Mr. John?" this was the boldest she'd ever gotten with him, india flat out offering to make out with him at the very least, but she couldn't take it anymore. I guided the transformation spirits, shaping it into a hound-like phallus, my pussy clenching in eager delight. Molly wasn’t some plaything I wanted to use. As my bikini top fell pussy to the floor, I spun the chair around and pushed him on the bed. “What did you play?” Jeremiah asks me. “Mrs. Brighton, did you at any point consider an even simpler solution to this paradox, such as ending your own life?” When I was finished, I went inside and started the shower water. I asked the sales lady to help me with the use of these, hopefully showing me how to install them in Glori, or even her. He quickly smiled and said they are still beautiful. Laura squealed with happiness, and embraced her long-awaited orgasm. My scales rasped together and my heart beat with tight pain in my chest as the monstrosity lumbered out of my audience room, ducking through the double doors. He gave me a huge grin. General Zantar groaned gruffly.