Sliding out of her inky limousine, Madame Huntress took a moment to smooth down an unsightly roll in her latex dress. Snatching up the briefcase laid in the back seat, she closed the door and watched it ease away from the kerb, the silhouette of her huge bull at the wheel. Checking her watch, she pivoted sharply toward the large, medieval building before her. It had been part of the
With the cold metal bars pressed up against his bare flesh, Malcolm could not truly flinch as the flogger struck his naked pussy. Yet the pain scorched through him nonetheless, the result of which was a shrill cry and an awkward judder which only pressed his body harder into the bars. When the next strike inevitably came, he tried to grit his teeth but the white-hot agony was overwhelming and
Kneeling on his own bed, suspended by the ropes expertly tied around the light above his head, manhandled without remorse by the vice grip of the dark-haired woman behind him, Frank finally learned the lesson he should have heeded long ago. Unfortunately for him, the realisation was far too little, far too late. He whimpered as the woman mercilessly hammered into him. He couldn’t take it anymore – he couldn’t
Dropping the suitcase onto her bed, Maddy admired her find. She had always loved vintage things and how they stood out from the crowd of sleek, modern items lining shop shelves and internet pages. They seemed out of place in all the best ways. As such, she had been attracted to them for as long as she could remember. Charity shops were always a good (and affordable) place to start.
Emilia – or rather Em, as she now went by – allowed herself a soft chuckle as the man whimpered on the end of her strap-on. He was built like a god but for all his power and muscle he looked simply pathetic with his thick arms tied behind his back, his face hidden beneath a leather hood and underneath, she knew, his heavy dick stuffed into a tiny chastity
Admiring himself in the mirror, the same apprehensive thought continued to niggle at the back of Kenzo’s mind: was this really the right thing? One thing was for sure, it was undeniably convincing. The seal of the bodysuit which ran up his back was concealed so expertly nobody would have noticed it without it being pointed out, and as for the rest of suit… Nobody would have ever imagined that
When the agent entered the room, he found the woman fingering herself and moaning sensually. One hand groped her naked, engorged breasts while the other hammered latex-clad fingers into her slick wet pussy. She was sat towards the back of the padded room, her eyes closed. For all that she appeared oblivious to his presence he ensured that the taser remained levelled upon her person: she had the capability of
‘Oh, there we go. And here was me thinking you’d never cum for Mistress. That’s it, little boy, you gulp that all down now. Oh don’t go giving me that look, there’s barely anything for you to swallow anyway. You Originals never did have much in the way of load.’ The man had long since stopped bothering to escape his bondage. For one thing, having been in the possession of
‘Listen,’ said the woman, wrenching his head back by the strap of his ball-gag. She chuckled before continuing. ‘Whore. That’s what you are. Just a piece of meat to fuck. Bet you never thought you would be in this position did you? Sure, you might have fantasised about being the dominant one before, hell, you may even have done it a few times. But you never imagined being the one
Clearly the woman was disappointed in what she was seeing, and though he had only just stumbled from the fetid confines of the delivery truck – a place worse than any he could think of – her iron glare already made him wish he had stayed on board. She was encased almost head to toe in black latex, a tight corset pulling in her waist, with the only visible flesh
