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		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Bondage, D/s, S&amp;M =&gt; Bondage: Human Solos =&gt; Topic started by: Lirliel on 13-02-2006, 20:29:15</h2>
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				Title: <strong>The Ad</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>13-02-2006, 20:29:15</strong>
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				From the van they watched, seeing the young girl walk across the street with her coffee in hand. The two man grinned at eachother as they eyed her, the ignition turned and the car's engine roared as they sped up. The young woman having little chance to fight them off as suddenly the van was besides her, the door bolted open and four strong hands grabbed her body, pulling her in and keeping her pinned to the ground as the Van sped off. "Shut up, be quiet or you won't like what we'll do", each man was covered in a ski-mask and it was just by the sound of there voice she knew they where white guys.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ad</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>14-02-2006, 13:42:00</strong>
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				Kym made herself stay calm.&nbsp; She did not struggle; there was no point, she could see that at once.&nbsp; The cold steel of the unfinished floor of the van was not comfortable.&nbsp; It was unrelenting, in fact, in the way that it treated her small, lithe body.&nbsp; The cold penetrated through her thin clothes (nothing more than a tee-shirt and jeans) almost at once, and the knee pressed into the small of her back ensured that her flat belly was in contact with the metal.&nbsp; Because her arms were twisted behind her, her breasts also felt the steel, feeling compressed despite their smallness.&nbsp; Her nipple rings, a part of her she hardly noticed any more, were suddenly more important.&nbsp; Was it because they were pressed hard into her, or because she had the feeling -- the certainty, really -- that these men were going to get a look at them soon and that the rings would inflame them.<br><br>Although it had been shock initially, Kym now realized what had happened.&nbsp; She had almost forgotten the strange ad she had responded to that had asked young women who wished to be abducted to identify themselves.&nbsp; On a self-destructive impulse, she had responded, and had spent many (delicious) weeks looking over her shoulder.&nbsp; Finally, though, she had decided it was hoax, and had forgotten about it.&nbsp; <br><br>But this had to be related.&nbsp; Her heart pounded.&nbsp; The ad hadn't said what would happen next.&nbsp; She hoped her glossy back hair, cut short and shaped into a "tough" look, was not getting too dirty.&nbsp; She was very particular about her hair.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ad</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>14-02-2006, 19:41:38</strong>
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				As the girl kept quiet one of the men pulled her back up by her hair, his filthy black gloves holding her by her hair tightly as another placed ducktape over her lips. Sealing off her breathing there, her hands where tied second and then a large hood was placed over her head, pulled tight and she could only breathe through the small holes. They however weren't big enough to look through, after fifteen minutes the van stopped and she was pulled inside somewhere.<br><br>It smelled like sawdust inside of there and the door they had come through would have been made from steel, as one of the men placed Kym near the door he mumbled to his companion who nodded. As the bag was taken off Kym wasn't given a moment's rest, a flash light shining in her face and blinding her as the man pushed her into a chair. "Stay", he simply ordered her, the lamp then faded as long as Kym decided to sit down. Still blinding her from her surroundings.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ad</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>14-02-2006, 22:16:35</strong>
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				Kym did as she was told.&nbsp; A kind of calm had come over her, as if she had reached the top of a mountain after a really long climb.&nbsp; She had been thinking about this kind of thing for so long that actually being helpless, subject to the will of other, possibly not very nice, people, was a relief.&nbsp; She waited for her eyes to adjust to the blackness around her.&nbsp; The sawdust smell remained strong.&nbsp; All she wished for was to have the tape removed so that she could breathe more easily -- and a something to drink.&nbsp; She was about to learn, however, that this group didn't care one bit about what she wanted.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ad</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>16-02-2006, 04:51:09</strong>
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				The tick tack sound of boots echoed across the sawdust ridden floor, Kym saw another of the men. This one was larger and had a fat belly as he pulled the girl up and took her away, saying nothing as she was pushed into another room. Placing her against a large iron table he took out his knife, cutting her shirt to ribbons and revealing her nipple rings to the cold air. The knife then went to her pants, cutting the jeans to ribbons as well tossing it away as well. Then he turned her, kicked open her legs and smashed the palm of his hand into her taut pussy lips, his eyes locked on hers as he stimulated her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ad</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>16-02-2006, 16:03:57</strong>
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				Kym knew the man could feel how wet she was.&nbsp; She had been aroused before, but being stripped so easily and brutally had made her gush.&nbsp; She couldn't help herself and returned the pressure on her cunt with a gyration of her hips.&nbsp; Since he knew she was a slut for fear and abuse, she might as well enjoy herself....<br><br>"What are you going to do with me?"&nbsp; The voice was small and quavered a bit, but that was more from desire and excitement than from fear.&nbsp; "Are you going to hurt me?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ad</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>18-02-2006, 13:08:48</strong>
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				The man that was massaging her cunt smacked her with the back of his leather glove across her face, "Don't speak", he said with a definite foreign accent as his hand started to move against her cunt again. When she was wet enough he pushed her against the table, legs tied to it, keeping her where she was. Her hands still tied with ducktape behind her back, as the door opened the two men who had taken her joined the one in the room. The sound of there voices was muffled and Kym couldn't pick up from what they where saying, but there actions where clear as day as one of them turned and pulled his fly down and took his large cock out. The thing was still limp now, "Lie down on the table, on your back", her ordered her, already stepping onto the table as he waited for her to carry out his order.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ad</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>19-02-2006, 12:39:42</strong>
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				Her face still burned from the slap.&nbsp; It had been a shock, a swift introduction to her new status.&nbsp; She had craved the excitement of this kind of encounter, but now that she was here, and it was real, she wondered if her dark lust would carry her through.&nbsp; Inside, the reaction to the slap and been a burst of rage, rage that a naked girl whose arms were bound behind her in ducktape could not express or reveal.<br><br>Instead, Kym clambored awkwardly up onto the brightly lit table.&nbsp; Without the use of her arms it was not easy, but no one was offering the lady any help, they were just watching.&nbsp; Once up on the table, Kym was acutely aware of the bareness of her skin, and especially the bareness of her cunt.&nbsp; For the first time in a while, she wished she at least had her bush back, so that her overdeveloped clit, with its impressive hood, would have been shielded a bit from view.&nbsp; She knew they would comment.&nbsp; Everyone always did.&nbsp; Well, at least the girls did.<br><br>Kym thought, what the hell.&nbsp; She spread her legs wide apart in the bright light and lay back.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ad</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>19-02-2006, 13:27:35</strong>
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				As Kym leaned backwards onto the table the man above her smirked behind his mask, sinking down onto his knees he placed the flat uncut head of his dick against her lips. "Suck it", he ordered without a single emotion behind his word, the other two where standing besides her legs. Making sure she was well taped to the table, "Hmm, big clit.. must be nice when someone pressures it", it was the same man who had first slapped her and now he was pressing his thumb right against her overdeveloped clit. Applying pressure to it, the second one started to get his fingers into Kym's cunt. Popping two of them in he started to fingerfuck her, frigging her g-spot.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ad</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>20-02-2006, 12:05:56</strong>
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				Kym felt the cock pressing against her lips and instantly opened her mouth to accept it.&nbsp; She wanted to these men to see that she was a GOOD slut whore, not some silly wannabe who panicked and fought when she was finally getting what she really wanted.&nbsp; She groaned as the fingers toyed with her cunt in expert fashion.&nbsp; They had played with other sluts, that was clear.&nbsp; She jerked her hips up toward the pressure and then started to hump back at them, in the ancient movement.&nbsp; The heavy balls of the man over her face slapped against her chin as his member grew harder within her wide open mouth.&nbsp; It was painful, with her arms behind her, but she was not acting as she twisted and turned under the attentions in the light.<br><br>In the dark, a sophisticated video camera caught everything.&nbsp; Kym didn't know it, but her first screen test was going so well it might even make it into the final movie!
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ad</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>20-02-2006, 19:55:25</strong>
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				The man that had his cock in her mouth started to swell to a nice big thick size, filling her quite well as he started to fuck her face. Holding her head a bit titled and groaning from the feeling of it, as her hips jerked upwards against the pressure of the thumb on her clit the men grinned. One of them unhooking his pants, the large cock springing free and he wasted no time shoving it straigth into her cunt as his friend placed a small metal orb over Kym's clit and then placed the small electrical torrent open. Shocking her clit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ad</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>21-02-2006, 14:06:21</strong>
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				Now Kym twisted and turned, trying desperately to escape the current surging through her clit.&nbsp; It was somewhere between the wrost and the best thing she had ever felt.&nbsp; Above all, it was terrifying, because she knew she could n't escape, and she knew the amount of current flowing was controlled entirely by her captors.&nbsp; She sucked wildly at the cock in her mouth, feeling herself disappearing into the oblivion of pure submission.&nbsp; Her body was not hers anymore, it belonged to the men...and their camera.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ad</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>23-02-2006, 18:56:40</strong>
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				As Kym twisted around both men kept her still, the one fucking her face grunted loudly and came. Spraying semen across her beautiful face and into her throat before that, pulling out he unhooked Kym's feet and lifted her onto the table. With his back on the table and Kym above him the man in her cunt started hammering her like a machine, the metal orb was still on her clit shocking it as she felt a second cock press against her anus. Drilling into her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ad</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>24-02-2006, 22:10:34</strong>
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				Was this what it was going to be like from now on?&nbsp; There certainly was an unending supply of men who would want to fuck her, probably an unending suplly of men who would like to watch her be fucked.&nbsp; And to torture her with shocks to her clit at the same time was diabolical.&nbsp; Kym was sweating and grunting with pain, learning what it truly was to be a sex object.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ad</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>25-02-2006, 08:58:32</strong>
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				After perhaps a good five minutes worth of fucking her Kym felt both men explode, filling her orfices before pulling out and grinningly walking away. The man that she had sucked off was standing there, a pair of handcuffs in his hands. "Off the table, keep your hands behind your back", there was again near to no emotion in his voice as he ordered Kym to follow him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ad</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>25-02-2006, 22:25:22</strong>
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				Kym didn't hesitate to obey, quickly scrambling off the table out of the bright light, careful to keep her hands behind her, aware of how totally helpless she now was in this world of cruel, effcient and cold men.&nbsp; Her little tits&nbsp; and shaved cunt, once parts of her that she believed men lusted after, seemed like insignicant objects with no more value to these men than the next can of beer or the next joint.&nbsp; When they next wanted to use her they would, until then, she was just a piece of property, an annoyingly high maintenance one that had to eat and drink and piss and shit.&nbsp; &nbsp;She wondered when and how she would be permitted these things.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ad</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>26-02-2006, 13:53:40</strong>
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				The handcuffs sealed around her wrists strongly as he pulled Kym away. Holding her infront of him as he led her through the massive warehouse, she got a few good views of some rooms placed in the warehouse. One holding an asian girl being branded and tied up as a horse, another had a young black girl getting her ass spanked by a paddling machine. But she wasn't show anymore as she got pushed into a new room, a young man stood there. As he turned she noticed him, that was Jack from work. "Ahh... Kym, good that you could come... I guess you wonder what kind of perverted sexual monsters we are no?", Jack said with the meanest grin Kym had ever seen on anyone. If she didn't answer right away a shock of electrical energy would again rush through her clit, since the spark device was still attached.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ad</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>26-02-2006, 15:42:32</strong>
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				Kym couldn't think what to say, it was so disorienting to see someone from her real life, well, from her past life, in this place.&nbsp; Somehow it drove home the reality of the consequences of the forces she had put in motion, and those consequences were&nbsp; represented quite firmly and faithfully by the shock dealt to her clit, easily the strongest zap yet.&nbsp; The pain drove her to her knees, and caused her to cry out.&nbsp; "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."<br><br>"Sorry isn't good enough here, slut kym."&nbsp; Jack's voice was filled with pure venom, unlike the coldness of the other men.&nbsp; Kym saw his hand move and instantly felt another brutal shock at her center.&nbsp; She screamed and her scream blended with the laugh from Jack.<br><br>"You will pay, many times over, for every snub in the office, slave."<br><br>Kym's body drenched with sweat , cringed before the sadistic smile of the man who could do as he pleased with her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ad</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>26-02-2006, 18:31:11</strong>
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				Jack smirked as she got pulled up by the handcuffs, the metal cutting into her wrists as she got tossed over a table. Jack's hand went to a small iron which had been laying in a firing, taking a deep breath and giving a groan of pleasure he picked up the metal pole. As he brought it around to Kym's face she saw what it was, a branding iron. "Do you really want to become my slave Kym... or are you just a weak little bitch?", he said whilst hovering the branding iron above her left asscheek. She could feel the heat from that thing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ad</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>26-02-2006, 23:35:11</strong>
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				Kym felt the heat and anticipated the pain.&nbsp; It frightened her so deeply that she started to pee and to cry at the same time.&nbsp; Between sobs she made beggings noises: "Please..of God, please, i wi...help, God of please."&nbsp; Her body betrayed her, trembling and shaking.&nbsp; She heard cruel laughter, and wished she had had the strength to be brave.&nbsp; Her pretty little butt would be scarred forever.&nbsp; Kym wept.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ad</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>28-02-2006, 08:06:25</strong>
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				"Weakling", he tossed the branding iron away and just grabbed a large metal collar instead, locking it around her neck. "Take her to the .. chain room... use her and videotape it", he smirked. The man nodded and pulled Kym away from Jack and his mean smirk, taking her into the room of chains she felt the snap of bindings around her ankles and then around her wrists before releasing the handcuffs. The man who had led her into the room cupped her chin, before giving her a rough kiss. His teeth biting her lips.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ad</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>28-02-2006, 11:49:24</strong>
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				Tiny tits heaving from her panicked sobbing, but relief flooding through her because she had been spared the branding for the moment at least, Kym struggled along under the rough handling of the new man.&nbsp; When he grasped her chin and kissed her with a savage bite, she felt as invaded as she ever had.&nbsp; The heavy steel around her wrists and ankles added to her feeling of smallness, softness, whiteness, and vulnerability.&nbsp; She had always imagined herself a tough girl, but Kym was quickly learning that there were realities in which what passed for toughness in the other "real" world meant nothing at all.&nbsp; The reality of the chain room was one of those.&nbsp; She looked around with amazement, realizing that "spared" might not be an accurate verb to describe her at this point.&nbsp; Yet when she looked down at her nude body, she saw with shame that her nipples were erect and her clit was swollen and poking itself through her nether slit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ad</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>28-02-2006, 15:10:59</strong>
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				Her clit was released from its torture aswell, the electrical shocker removed as the man motioned a gimp inwards. The man giggled behind his black mask, body covered in leather. "Gimp, clean her feet and her asshole, make sure to clean the insides as well and if she comes hurt her", the gimp giggled again before zipping his lips free. Grabbing one of her feet she felt the thick tounge lap across it, she felt the tip between her toes as the gimp went to work. Worst of all, it felt good.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ad</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>28-02-2006, 16:18:41</strong>
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				The gimp seemed to be devouring her, and when he completed her feet and shifted to her asshole, that feeling was magnified tenfold.&nbsp; Never had she felt a anyone touch even the rim of her asshole with his tongue, and the gimp had invaded her deeply.&nbsp; She couldn't believe how it made her feel....she groaned and started to cum like a wild animal, screaming and shouting from the excitement of having herasshole reamed by a gimp's tongue.&nbsp; Then she remembered: the gimp had earned a privilege: he was now permitted, no, he was required to hurt her.&nbsp; Still suddered from the climax that came from her back to her front, she tensed.&nbsp; What would he do? 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ad</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>04-03-2006, 09:28:30</strong>
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				The gimp again giggled as the girl came from his tounge, he had known that she would. Giggling all the way he removed a large dildo, the tip vibrating in his hand as he approached Kym. First smacking her face with it a few times before moving backwards, shoving the thing into her asshole without any lubricant. Making sure that it hurt like hell as he pushed it in at an angle, the second part of his torture revealed several specialised clamps which he gigglingly held infront of Kym's face. Waiting to see what she would say.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ad</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>04-03-2006, 12:40:19</strong>
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				The blows to her face with the dildo were more humiliating than painful.&nbsp; The gimp knew that this bitch would have passed him by on the street without a glance, or worse, with a wrinkle of her nose.&nbsp; So now he would take full advantage of his moment of power in a lifetime of humility and disappointment. Kym felt her asshole being roughly invaded, and imagined how the shapely thing looked to the gimp.&nbsp; She was not surprised he attacked her there, all men seemed attracted to her butt.<br><br>But now, what WERE these things that this demented man was teasing her with?&nbsp; She had no idea.&nbsp; Helpless to stop the torture, she went along:&nbsp; "These are your toys to hurt my little tits with, arne't they?&nbsp; Well, have fun!"<br><br>Ooooops, she thought, that never should have slipped out.&nbsp; She wouldn't have dared to say that to any other man here, and the gimp must know that...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ad</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>05-03-2006, 08:05:41</strong>
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				The gimp looked at her and slapped her face, lightly and playfully, before grabbing her small tits and attaching the clamps to it, making sure they dug into the flesh of her areola. The third clamp, and the last one, was favoured for her overstimulated clit. Taking the clamp he snapped it on tightly, making sure to make her cry. Then Kym noticed, the clamps where not the worst part. The clamps had small wires running to a control box, and as the gimp pressed a button Kym's body was again shocked by electric power. Her nipples and clit being electrocuted.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ad</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>05-03-2006, 18:46:16</strong>
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				Kym felt this pain could easily drive her insane, especially administered by someone as filled with hate as the gimp.&nbsp; But she had not choice.&nbsp; The terrible shocks kept coming, being varied in force with diabolical randomness by the gimp.&nbsp; At one point, he ratcheded the power up on her clit clamp and kept it on so long that she fainted.&nbsp; He used smelling salts to revive her, not wanting to be deprived of the sight of her agonized twisting and jerking.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ad</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>06-03-2006, 21:24:57</strong>
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				After perhaps five more minutes of torture the man returned, looking at the gimp he chuckled. "Slut", he smacked Kym's ass, then led the Gimp away. "Did you enjoy that?", he asked her after he had come back, his black mask still on his face as he cupped Kym's chin.
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				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>06-03-2006, 22:39:36</strong>
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				Kym's voice was weak and trembling, broken by sobs.&nbsp; "No sir.&nbsp; Please sir, no more shocks.&nbsp; I'll go mad, sir.&nbsp; I'll be obedient.&nbsp; I won't do anything wrong, and i'll do everything you want.&nbsp; Please no more of that.&nbsp; Please please please."&nbsp; Kym slid to her knees and clasped the legs of her captor.
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				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>11-03-2006, 09:23:55</strong>
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				The man pushed Kym away with his booted foot, "Get off me slave", he said with a mean tone. "Put the tail inside yourself", he said tossing Kym a contraption that would seal two large phalluses of leather inside her and then keep them there as well, the man stood waiting to see if his slave would do that.
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				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>11-03-2006, 12:31:08</strong>
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				<br>Yes sir, oh, yes, sir."<br><br>Fumbling, because of the shaking in her nude body (partly from the sobs, partly from the pure terror the shocks had induced) the slave clumsily tried to insert the evil-looking phalluses in her once private holes.&nbsp; It was a delightful sight for a sadist, because the fear and self-abasement were so closely intermingled in her struggles. The insertion of the rear phallus was especially degrading, as the slave found she had to kneel and bend over to make any progress.&nbsp; But she finally did it -- and without any lubrication.&nbsp; Lubrication was for humans.&nbsp; This slave was becoming a piece of meat, nothing more.
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