House Of Torture: Exploited College Girls Like Me
House Of Torture: Exploited College Girls Like Me! This naughty coed can barely move today because everything feels so sore and tender. Even my throat is raw from all the crying and moaning I did, but I guess that’s what I get for being a dirty little pain slut. I still can’t believe I was able to take Jason’s roughness without needing to use the safety word.
Jason made sure I knew he was in charge as soon as I got there and he made me undress while telling me just how to do it. He told me to start with my jeans then my top, doing it slowly until I was in my bra and panties. He made me touch myself for him, smearing pussy juices on the crotch of my panties while I had to tell him how horny I was.
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I took my panties off then my bra and he made me pinch my nipples until I gasped in pain. He laughed and got behind me, grabbing me by the neck as he shoved me towards the bed. I hit it so hard that it knocked the breath out of me and I spit the sheet out of my mouth as he grabbed my arms, pulling them above my head. Then I felt cold metal on them as he handcuffed me to the bedposts, doing it tighter than he had to see they bit into me.
I tried to watch him over my shoulder, as he moved around behind me. But it was hard to see anything and I felt so scared. I was also excited, as he stood at the side of the bed. He grabbed my hair and yanked my head back. Then, he shoved a ball gag into my mouth. He then he held my ankles together, tying them up with a cold chain. He left just enough slack for me to open up wide enough for him. My nipples were hard and aching, as he pushed my hips up. He told me to keep still, which only made me shake in fear because he sounded so serious.
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I felt something cold and slippery sliding up my back. I shifted trying to get a look at it, but the clinking restraints stopped me. “I’ve got a special toy for you.”, he said. He was taunting me and I shivered as it slid over my neck and down my cheek. He was holding a whip, but instead of leather strips hanging down it was small metal chains. My pussy gushed as he stood over me, lifting his arm up.
I tensed up and closed my eyes. Then, I was waiting for it to land on me and when it did it felt like a million shards slamming into me. I bit down on the gag, as the chains smacked against my back. It stung, as he hit me again and again. Each end of the chains felt like a hard piercing stab. It was a heavier feeling than a leather whip; this was much crueler. The chains clinked as they swayed in the air, coming down on me hard. It was making my back throb as lines of pain spread across it.
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I knew it was getting redder and I cried as I screamed into the gag, every whipping I got making it harder to take. The raw skin hurt like hell as it kept getting smacked and my jaw ached as I tried to catch my breath. I thought I was going to pass out and my knees slipped against the mattress as I flinched away from him. Jason threw the whip down by my head and got behind me, shoving a finger into my pussy. The pain had made me beyond horny and I knew I was about to get a good fucking when he told me to get ready to scream even more..
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