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The Chinns breed yet another western girl

The was an already-large and still-growing demand for slaves in the Third World. Mr. Chinn and Mrs. Chinn, opportunistic entrepreneurs if there ever was one, realized the long-range economics of such a demand. Of course, the physical satisfactions and pure pleasures of this sort of business did not fail to impress them, either.
The demand for half-white female babies was huge. Once of age, those female babies would be perfect slave-female flesh; ripe to provide almost all slave-female talent as unpaid maids, house servants, fucktoys, brothel whores, sex-show sacrifices, breed-whores and even worse. Over the last year, the chins, through their wide range of contacts, had arranged the abduction and incarceration of some one hundred of the best-looking Western girls. Mr. Chinn loved Western girls; they resisted enslavement so fiercely at first but once broken, they were such compliant white sluts. They might cry but they would do it while bucking their pale hips, making Mr. Chinn’s hard cock to do its own bucking, shooting its thick loads of baby-making cum.
As for Mrs. Chinn, she appreciated Western slave girls just as much, maybe more. She liked how they lost their pride after they experienced the agonizing distresses designed and directed especially by Mrs. Chinn. After being broken in and still being repeatedly raped by Mr. Chinn, those girls were so happy to show their humbleness to his wife – and they showed it by bestowing kisses, licking and sucking her sopping cunt and licking and sucking her pulsing asshole and widening their pretty mouth to accept whatever oozed out from Mrs. Chinn’s own excited holes.

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Witch hunters no.6


The Middle Ages were a dark, sinister, and suspicious time full of ignorance and misunderstandings of the universe and the world at large. The church reigned supreme and had nigh absolute control not just of the earthly possessions of men and women but their very souls as well! Above all else, there was one thing that the church did not tolerate: women who expressed their natural, carnal desires, especially in the wholly “unnatural” act of loving other women!
It didn’t take long. A merchant’s wife, Marguerite was caught in the very carnal act that the church itself publicly detested but secretly desired: a midnight rendezvous with other, lesbian women! Her husband himself caught lovely Marguerite in the act, dancing and pleasuring themselves and each other shamelessly in the full light of the moon. Unfortunately for poor Marguerite and her lesbian lovers, this act was not seen as just shameful and humiliating when publicly exposed. Her sinful acts would condemn Marguerite and her lovers to the very depths of hell. It was not just a crime to love other women; it was a stain on the very soul itself! The church’s reach would go far and wide to root out this corruption by root, stem, and leaf no matter how far it would go. Marguerite would not be the only one to suffer by the end… there would be others caught up in the whirlwind madness as well… whether they wanted to be or not!

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The major

Major Riggott watched with amusement as the line of girls, gasping at this extra exertion came romping towards him, their legs pounding up and down, their young breasts bouncing saucily in a very uncomfortable looking manner.
Then as they were just a few meters away, “Halt … A … bout … turn!” bellowed the man.
The girls came to a halt their thighs still pumping up and down as they made a complete turn and set off in the opposite direction, now favouring him with a view of their plump jiggling bottoms.
“Halt … turn … face me … now drop down … noses to the ground,” he shouted out. The girls came to a halt turned then fell down lying prostrate, face down on the floor, their noses pressed along with the rest of their naked bodies against the hard, cold, stone flags. He let them rest for a moment shivering with cold and fear, viewing the row of bare bottoms, such tempting targets for his whip, before he gave the next command.

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Madam Huzadi’s new toys

Western countries needed an never-ending supply of meats and produce products and Madam Huzadi was the CEO of the mega-corporation that specialized in these items; from their vast farms and other properties throughout South America and Africa, the food outlets in the West had a stable, reliable supplier.
But the Madam needed her own source of relief from the terrible responsibility of managing such a huge and essential business. She needed a stable of beautiful Western girls to attend her every need, to worship, adore and please every inch, every hole of her more-than-ample form.
Right now, her new French slavegirl Heidi, was burrowing her pretty head under a fold of Madam Huzadi’s fat stomach so that she lick and suck on the Madam’s needy clit with her pretty tongue. Huzadi shivered with delight as she turned her attention back to the blond American slave Emily. She had only spent a half-hour warming Emily up with her heavy whipping; she would spend many more days with the girl in order that she might be truly ready to train.

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The judge

“Hello you must be Stephanie and I’m Judge Parks, come in my dear,” said the occupant of the room. Stephanie drew back a look of surprise changing to one of horror as she realized the occupant of this bedroom was a woman, a naked woman, middle aged, dark haired and quite unattractive. “My, you are a pretty one aren’t you. Tell me have you ever enjoyed the pleasure of lesbian sex before?”
“N … no …,” she shook her head vehemently. She had expected a man, even an old and ugly one, but this was worse, much worse, she felt sick inside, god she couldn’t be expected to go through with this, not with a woman, it was disgusting.
“Well then it will be a new experience you and you will address me as Ma’am.” The woman reached out with one hand running the tips of her fingers over the girl’s left breast, Stephanie instinctively pulled back from the woman’s caress.
Noreen Parks was secretly delighted at this response; it was what she enjoyed, to compel a normally heterosexual girl into performing lesbian sex with her.

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Broken and servile

Sergeant Guzman was a man who appreciated white Western girls, especially the pretty young college-aged ones like Brenda and LeeAnn. It was a stroke of luck for him to have intercepted their large group, all refugees, as they had crossed his country’s borders. Sergeant Guzman, along with the rest of the army in which he served, had been given the strictest orders to stop, apprehend and turn back or imprison all Westerners trying to escape the ongoing catastrophe and anarchy that ruined daily life in the States. Be as ruthless as you wish with them, his superiors told him; orders that Guzman took to heart.
Being ruthless came easily to Sergeant Guzman, who after rounding up the intruding group at gunpoint, separated the men and gunned them down. He liked the looks of LeeAnn and Brenda; he liked their large eyes and pretty faces; so that is why he left them standing while disposing of their half-dozen or so frightened, begging female companions. The Sergeant hummed to himself as he marched his two prisoners thru the dense forest; he was already thinking ahead of how he was going to punish them before indulging himself in the pleasures that both these girls would be providing him.

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Mary’s hell

Mary’s eyes were wide and fixed on the sight of the flogger crashing over and over into the fat, tied tits of the woman hanging in front of her. The woman’s pussy was so swollen that it was sticking out between her legs like a miniature cock and balls, and so purple that it looked more like something painted on than actual flesh. Without even realizing she was doing it, Mary’s hand sank down between her thighs and began rubbing her engorged clit, and gently fingering her pussy.
“You like this huh? You’re one sick bitch.” The man said, laughing as he continued beating the captive woman’s helpless tits.
Mary’s heart was racing, and every beat of her heart caused her pussy to throb with even more pent up pleasure. She began vigorously rubbing her clit now, desperate to find relief as she watched the leather fingers of the flogger continue to painfully caress of the swollen flesh of the woman’s abused tits.

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Hanging women

Clara gave the whip a crack against young Sara’s back. The weights on her nipples and pussy lips jingled like wind chimes.
“You should have been more enthusiastic when you fucked your mother last night,” Clara told Sara, in a scolding tone. “Here you had this golden opportunity to impress Lord Diego and earn yourself some higher status, and you wasted it.”
Clara made a clucking sound with her tongue.
“Stupid little cunt, you think I like doing this? Whipping my own niece? But it has to be done, if you’re ever going to learn,”
Clara looked around subtly, trying to gauge if anyone else could hear what she was saying. Clara didn’t really believe that this whipping would teach any sort of lesson to her victim. Sara was a little slut, and she’d probably fucked her mother like a drunken boy at a town dance, and regardless of what Sara did, Clara would have found some excuse to beat her.

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“I bet she likes it” said Chris
Tanya looked at him, as she pumped the lever, forcing the spiked dildo into the girl’s poor ass. “You might be right, I think. We can’t have that. Maybe you should whip her cunt a while.”
Marie looked Chris in the eyes, her own eyes wide open. She shook her head and although she could not speak she was pleading with him, begging him not to hit her there. Her delicate sex was one of the few parts of her body not currently in terrible pain and she had hoped that her magnificent bosom would have kept their attention. Apparently not.
“What a fantastic idea. She’s still wet from the fucking with the guards earlier. Those animals will fuck anything, a girl as beautiful as this is a rare thing around here. Maybe I’ll fuck her in the front while you work her ass with your favourite toy… how does that sound whore!?”
The poor girl just coughed and spluttered, moans passing by the gag as the terrible instrument pounded her ass constantly.

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Island brothel of the sisters Chang

The female brothel owners referred to as the Chang Sisters consisted actually of Grandma Chang, daughter Miya and granddaughter Niyo. Together, they were a major cog in the criminal underworld that dominated the tiny, independent island nation of Tregau. Tregau’s only source of revenue was it’s extensive network of brothels, low-level gambling and smuggling. Located not far from China, now one of the few stable nations, it had managed to escape Chinese justice only by skillfully pandering to American and Western paranoia toward the emerging Asian giant. Now in this new global chaos, the island’s criminal elite had already begun to stow their ill-gotten gains in overseas banks and financial institutions; sooner or later, they knew that China would likely move to remove Tregau’s troublesome stain from the area – with it’s neighbors’ full approval.
But for bottom-scraping criminals like the Chang Sisters, fleeing was not an realistic consideration. Their sole option, they decided, was to make as much money as they could and flee to whatever safe haven when the Chinese came to clean things up. Ever clever, the Changs arranged to employ their Western contacts to spread rumors that Western women might find a welcoming refuge, free food and support in Tregau – with the Changs’ contact phones and addresses included, of course…

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Vicky screamed like a banshee as her stepfather, Victor, began viciously pulling her up by the tits again! His fingers sank into her tender breast flesh like he was kneading dough, and he made sure to dig his fingernails into her nipples and aerolas at every opportunity.
“Ughhhnnnn! Please… Let me off! Please…” Vicky pleaded.
Vicky’s thighs were trembling so hard that the sweat and cum pouring down them was flying off them like a spray. Her pussy was hovering above a vicious edge of wood. Her labia were dark red, even purple in some spots, from where she’d been forced to sit her entire bodyweight down on the wood. She’d been dancing this agonizing dance for nearly an hour now. Whenever the part of her pussy crushed against the wood would finally begin to go numb, Victor lifted her off the edge by her tits…
“PLEEASSEEEE! YOU’RE RUINING MEEEEE! I CAN’T HOLD ON!” Vicky shrieked. “MOMMMMY PLEEEASSSEEE! MAKE HIM STOPPPPP!”
The only response Vicky’s mother gave her though, was a satisfied moan as she continued stroking her clit.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god!”
Vicky started hyper ventilating as she slowly began to lower herself down again…

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Judge Ibuto

Judge Ibuto was one of the high-ranking powers behind the ruthless junta that ruled the mid-sized Third World country referred to as the Northern African Republic, a previously-ignored backwater. While it may still be backwater, it could no longer be ignored: recent discoveries of rich veins of uranium and minerals now made it important both to the struggling West and most other nations anxious to get access to what the Northern African Republic had to offer. So whatever the NAR wanted to do or however it ran it’s internal affairs was it’s own business – and that also included how it chose to deal with the hordes of Western refugees who sought relief inside it’s borders.
The Judge was one of those who was taking pleasure in dealing with Western refugees. Especially the pretty young females. The sprawling dungeons beneath his huge, guarded home contained cells that held almost fifty of the better-looking white girls that he came across.

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The civil servant

“Faster you bitch come on move it,” he flicked the whip against the cheeks of her bottom compelling to grater effort, “that’s it give me a good show.” Crying bitterly the girl continued to ride the huge cock, it was hard for her to decide which was worse the sting of the whip or the painful stretching of the walls of her cunt.
“All right bitch you’ve had enough fun,” he said finally, “time for you to pay for being a dirty young whore.” He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up lifting her clear of the dildo, which left her body with a loud sucking plop.
He dragged the stool from beneath her and then uncoiled the whip to its full length. Standing back he took his measure, this was something he prided himself on, giving a good whipping, it was something he felt he had some skill at, as it was a talent he had practised before on previous visits to the hall with other unfortunate young women. He let the whip fly out but not at the girl. It whistled a though the air, then with a flick of his wrist he produced a loud crack that sounded like a gunshot in the close confines of the room. The girl jumped visibly.

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His other hand rose, then, slap! He struck her hard, across her bottom. “Owww! … Oooo!” she yelped, taken by surprise.
Pleased by her reaction, he inflicted another slap on her pump tempting target, then another. He set about spanking the helpless girl in earnest, slapping her buttocks hard bringing tears to her eyes whilst all the while is other hand fingered her cunt.
“Naughty, naughty,” he chided her, “push your pussy into my hand”. Driven by the slapping of her bottom Judy thrust her hips forward, offering her cunt to his probing fingers that delved into the slit, frigging her.
“I think this dirty little pussy deserves some cock, but not mine I’m afraid. If you are a good girl I will fuck you later, but for now I think it is time we made use of this nice toy I ordered for you,” he indicated to the stool, with its monstrous protrusion.

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Disappeared while touring East Africa Republic: Although they had been hearing the warnings concerning the possible dangers of traveling through certain areas of Eastern Africa, sisters Catherine and Julianna had decided that the extremely low travel and lodging rates offered to tourists visiting the small, emerging country called the East Africa Republic was a deal just too good to pass up. Sure, there were the many reports of religious warfare in the outer provinces and the occasional anti-governmental riots and demonstrations; but the regime there, backed by Western interests, seemed to have things under relative control. Besides, the online tourist information sites listed the E.A.R. as having hotels and resorts ranked among the best 4-star facilities in the world. Word was that there would be few problems if tourists limited their activities to areas around the larger towns and the cities. More at Mad BDSM Art.
But Julianna and Catherine, being more robust and adventurous than the usual tourists, just couldn’t resist the lure of exploring the real, genuine aspects of the country; they hired themselves a car with four-wheel drive and employed a trusty-looking and helpful African guide named Tajni. Tanji looked somewhat imposing with his face anointed tribal scars, but he spoke English very well and had the nicest smile. Surely, they would discover more interesting things outside the country’s metropolitan areas.

The outposts were full of people who had made the Emperor very angry. That included all the women he had grown weary of, sometimes after just a few weeks…
The outposts were situated all over the asteroid ring known as the Ringstone. They were border stations, once again needed in the fight against the Doregos, a huge-cocked species which the Black Planet captured and used to penetrate rebel slaves. Recently the Black Planet had also got involved in fighting a new generation of Xagian rebels, among them the female warrior sect of Raxa. It was rumored that the Raxians were the secret sect that had captured and abused him when he was young. They were highly organized fighters and they used their sexual powers to attract specialized weapons engineers from different parts of the galaxy, kidnapping them if necessary. Raxians launched the most effective and most coordinated attacks on the Black Empire. More at BDSM Photos 24/7 It was said that they sometimes castrated captured soldiers, although this rumor could never be confirmed.

It was time for Tara to earn a little extra money for the Guzman Brothel with her owned pussy. The Senora had arranged to invite a half-dozen of her more valued male customers over to meet and sample what Tara had to offer. Senora Guzman liked to put on small orgies in order to show off her newest slaves; a very effective marketing tool, indeed.
Among all the other new slaves, it was the American Tara who seemed to become the favorite that night As Senora Guzman looked on with stern approval, each of her stiff-dicked guest’s grunted his appreciation of Tara’s most-abnormal snug slave pussy. The young slave-whore sobbed and cried as her fit body shook from the hard thrusts from the several cocks so eager to try to do their best to be the one that made her unable to take any more. The blond American slave girl did her slavish best to use her legs and hips to grind back at them as they fucked her; her fevered bucking working to cause them explode their cum up from their balls. As Tara labored under each man who topped her one by one as she lay on the stained mattress alongside the other slave girls chosen for the occasion. For the first, Tara truly became a fucktoy….

Fear is an important part of breaking a girl. You have to get her to think about you all the time, even when you’re not there. The anticipation is what really makes her mind crumble. Or hell, maybe I just like watching them shiver and cry.
I creaked the door slowly open. Instantly, she tried to twist her head around. She couldn’t see me of course. All she could see was my shadow, falling over her.
I just stood there for several moments. I enjoyed the way my dark shadow fell across her white skin. As if my shadow alone was claiming ownership over her body. I enjoyed the way she writhed back and forth in terror at the mere sight of my shadow. I guess I’ve always been a poet at heart.
Her body was stiff; ever inch of her naked flesh, attentive to me, trying to figure out what I was going to do to her today. As if there was anything she could do. Sometimes I just open the door and stand here, and then I close it and walk away. Just to fuck with her head. Not today though. Full story at 3D Interracial
I took a step inside and she burst out crying. I was instantly hard. I had so much power! Such total control over this hot little piece of ass! Was it really just last week that she was some cock-teasing little college freshman? I remember the smug look on her face as she walked past all the guys who drooled just to look at her. She used to think she such a big deal. Look at her now, afraid of my shadow.

The rules of the Emperor’s harem were based on pain and pleasure. They were implacable. Every so often the mature women were purged. This was done by a series of harem regeneration tests known as the “Maturalias”. The oldest women, all of them over 40 years old, were subjected to severe tests to establish if they were still worth a place in the harem. In these tests they had to show their worth as the Emperor’s concubine in tests of pain resistance, sexual skills and ability to withstand severe penetration.
Those who failed the tests were condemned to spending the rest of their days in much-feared confinement centers, or were made to participate in the Pain Festival. In this festival the Emperor’s concubines were submitted to the cruelest punishments purely to satisfy the whims of the Great Master of the Empire, as the Emperor now called himself. Those who were able to withstand all kinds of humiliating abuse were allowed to stay in the harem.
The Pain Festival is the high point of the Maturalias. Pain is administered in a special arena known as the Painkorror. It is full of the most blood-chilling instruments of torture. Most of the spectators are the cruel inhabitants of the Black Planet, who sit on the terraces drooling over the horrendous torture sessions. The Emperor Helmekios sits on his sacred throne, surrounded by female slaves who have passed the tests and who are allowed to serve him with their glistening naked bodies.

My name is Jennifer Flores, and I live in my boyfriend’s closest. Or… he used to be my boyfriend. I guess it’s fair to think of us as “broken up” these days. I mean, not only does he keep my locked up in here, all day, every day; but I am pretty sure he’s seeing other women.
The weird thing is, I didn’t see it coming at all. We’d been together for over a year, and he was the best boyfriend I ever had. He took me to dinner, he bought me flowers, and he even asked me to move in with him.
The only time in our whole relationship that he ever really seemed to get mad at me was when I tried to go down into the basement. He always kept the basement locked up; he said it was his “private space” and I was never supposed to go down there. The one time I tried to sneak in, he screamed at me. He seemed to transform into another person, it was scary.
But that was just one time, and so I didn’t think about it much. I decided I just needed to “give him space” and leave the basement alone. After all, he was a great boyfriend. He was handsome, he drove a nice car, and the sex was by far the best sex I ever had.
Then one day, out of nowhere, he grabbed me by my hair and dragged me down into the basement. He didn’t even have drug me or trick me or anything, he just grabbed and pulled. I never saw it coming. More stories at Rude Comics

“Okay, Michelle, you can do this.” Michelle said to herself as she walked into the lesbian bar. She wasn’t gay, but she wanted to join the most popular sorority at her university and this was her pledge. The other sisters would be at a booth watching, and it was Michelle’s job to seduce the oldest and ugliest woman she could find. It didn’t take long to find her.
Gretchen was huge and going on sixty, with huge sagging tits and a face that was drooped in a permanent scowl.
“Hi,” Michelle said, stepping up to the bar.
“Well hello there, little one.” Gretchen said, here dry wrinkled lips peeling back to reveal her yellowed, chipped teeth.
Michelle nearly threw up in her mouth at the sight, but kept the bile down.
“Look, I’ve…I’ve never done this before…” Michelle said.
“Oh, don’t worry dear, we all had to start somewhere. So you haven’t had your face wrapped in soaking wet slit yet?”
Michelle was taken aback by the woman’s vulgarity, and she’d almost stopped right there…if only she had.

The men who worked the training schools’ locked and very secure cargo arrival departments tended to be underpaid and sometimes overworked; but that didn’t necessarily mean that they were unhappy, though… After all, one of the benefits of working that department was especially-selected newly arrived captive girls being readily accessible to each worker for his use. Nothing better for one of these working men to be able fuck and abuse a new slavegirl in any way he chose for a few days and nights before she was taken away to join the other arrivals for the regular training regimen. And after that, there would be yet another crying and begging slave selected to take her place.
At the moment, the Cargo Worker named Drago was holding his latest selection, Diane, tightly as he began further positioning her on one of the soiled mattresses that lined the walls of the Arrival Room. “Hmmm….”, Drago grunted as his erect dick rubbed against Diane’s naked, spanked backside. “I’m happy they choose you for me, bitch. I like fucking sweet-looking gals like you and you’re going to be spending a lot of time getting used to this big ol’ cock of mine. Of course, I might be hurting you a bit – but that’ll be mild compared what the trainers will be doing.”

Monica looked up at me as I was counting the money. I took a drag on my cigarette and blew smoke in her face.
“I know, right?” I laughed. “Who would have thought you’d be worth so much money? Pasty little white girl like you. But that’s the Sheikh for you, he’s crazy about white cunt.”
I’d actually met Monica using online dating. Technology’s great. She had the same story as a dozen other girls I’d shipped off to the Sheikh. Grew up in a small town, Iowa or Nebraska or whatever. High School prom was over and now she was bored. The football player she’d dated in high school wasn’t good enough to be a football player in college and now, suddenly, her future prospects looked a lot less promising than they did when she was riding in a float during the old Homecoming parade.
Suddenly, I swoop in, on her Okcupid profile. Tall, rich, handsome stranger, who’d traveled to far off, exotic lands. These dumb sluts can’t wait to cheat on their boyfriends with me. I just flirt with them over messages a few times, make a quick phone call, so they can listen to my “deep, sexy voice,” then we meet up for our first “date.”
Then –Bam!!!! I’ve got ‘em drugged and in the trunk of my car before they know what hit them. By the time a girl wakes up, she’s naked, caged, gagged and on her way to the Sheikh’s palace.
My favorite part is the look they always give me. So hurt, so resentful. “I thought you were going to rescue me from my boring life,” they seem to say. “I thought you were going to sweep me off my feet and take me to a world of adventure and magic.”

Drusila had never kept a brothel, but there were always whores following the gladiators from town to town, and over the years she had come to an agreement with some of them. She acted as an unofficial manager, arranging meetings with local officials or merchants in exchange for a cut in the profits. Now her idea was to prepare something special for the primus of the games, using men and women.
Recently a new consignment of slaves had arrived from the North Way. They were blonde, blue-eyed barbarians who fought very well. Their swords were always sharp because the many small tribes in that area were always fighting each other.
Drusila’s first thought was to hire female gladiators, who were proving popular with the crowds at that time. But she decided to do something a little different. She wanted a woman who was strong and skilful with weapons, but was also beautiful and sensual. At the end of the contest the blonde warrior would be fucked by all the gladiators. Her enforced orgasms would be impressive and powerful, Drusila thought. Where was the fun in watching a meek, submissive slave have an orgasm?
Drusila had learnt that a beautiful woman was in prison waiting to be crucified for murdering her Master. She went to the prison to take a look at her.

Mr. Mousud’s breathing was a bit more rapid now as he continued to paw and grope at a terrified Jeanne’s body parts. “Mmmmm, you’ve got some nice tits on you,” he muttered as his crude fingers pinched and tugged rudely on the slave’s breasts. Hard to believe that an ugly, overgrown thug like your late father could produce such a beautiful girl like you! But, again, you do have quite a good-looking mother. She was one hell of a good fuck too! About twenty of us spent an entire night slamming our cocks in her before they took her away!
“But I’m glad I bought you! Buying and selling slaves is a hard business and you’re just the type of blond Western girl to keep around as my personal fucktoy! Maybe if you show me how grateful you are my buying you, I might do you a favor and buy your mummy too! That way, one of you can watch me fuck the other one! Hmmm, that’s sounds like a good idea. Would you like that?” Mousud’s ample cock twitched inside his pants at the thought.
“You know, it’s too bad your father not alive. It would have been so nice to see his face if I made your mother suck my cock and get it all big and stiff so that I could fuck you in the ass!”