Rough BDSM Artwork

Inquisition

Lorenzo and Jose were just in time to see a new batch of penitents being dragged into the quarry, their only clothing the numbers hung around their necks. The pair of men gazed at them like wolves preparing for the hunt.
“Ah, what do we have here…” Lorenzo said, pulling a slender brunette girl out of the line of slaves. He grabbed one of the girl’s nipples between his knuckles, crushing and twisting it.
“Urrrghhh….” The girl squeaked, struggling to hold back the tears welling in her eyes. Her name was Amy and even though she’d only been here two days, she knew that crying and begging would only inflame the man’s passion. She’d heard the screaming and how it had only increased as the men causing it became even more cruel.
“Mmmmm, a tough one. I like breaking the tough ones. What do you think Jose? Is she worth the time?” Lorenzo asked.
Jose stepped up behind her and roughly shoved his cock between her naked, trembling pussy lips. He groaned in pleasure as her warm folds enveloped the head of his cock, and the girl’s squealing as she felt it twitching at the entrance to her hole only made him growl in her ear.

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“Mmm… heh heh heh… that was a good appetizer, but now it’s time for the main course! There’s nothing better than getting first taste at a world class piece!” Brother Leo bent down and his eyes lewdly raked between Becky’s widely and crudely spread legs. Brother Leo grinned lasciviously and licked his chops like a wolf examining little red riding hood… Poor Becky’s face was still flushed from shame, humiliation, and her burning lungs.
“Spread those legs, Cuntmeat! Do it! Of course, if you don’t want to cooperate, I could always face fuck that nicely open mouth of yours…” Brother Leo said, his voice oozing with a sinister leer.
Trembling, her mind and mouth still reeling from the awful sexual assault she’d endured, poor Becky did as she was told. Her soft, milky thighs quivered as she parted them. “Further… further…” Brother Leo said, his grin widening as he watched Becky strain as far as her bondage would allow, doing everything she could to please this sadistic monster. If it meant not getting choked by his enormous bull cock, Becky would do it. She could still taste his ball sweat and shaft stew in her mouth, and the taste made her want to vomit!
Stupid Becky didn’t know there was far, far worse than being forced to choke on an unwashed monk’s sinning steeple…