1. Chace McCartson - Part IX


    Date: 11/27/2017, Categories: Fantasy, Authoritarian, BDSM, BDSM, Extreme, Fisting, Teen, Rape, Romance, BDSM, Slavery, Stockholm Syndrome, Torture, Author: A2O, Source: sexstories.com

    Hey guys. Things got really complicated this time and this chapter almost didn't make it. But it is here. It should be bigger, longer, but I decided to post it before it took an even longer time to post and ended up never doing so. I expect it attends your expectations. I'm also not promising anything related to a date for the next chapter because, now, I'm thinking about releasing it as soon as possible, but I know it doesn't work like that. I hope this one is not the last. Here goes some considerations: - As I said too many times before, even if it has good conventional sex scenes, this series is meant to get darker as it goes. - I'm not an English speaker and I know I make a lot of mistakes, but I have no one to proof-read for me in time to post, cause I'm really busy and the only time I have I write and I post, so, sorry for any mistake or error. - All the characters follow the stipulated by the site in what regards to character's age. ***WARNING*** What follows is a fictional story which has focus on slavery and rape, but not made to offend anyone. If you feel offended by kidnapping, raping, humiliation or torture of any kind, please, quit reading. Cheers, A2O *** Chapter IX It was inebriating, the way I felt. It felt like I was some sort of god. I had her. The piercing pain that she was now feeling, in a so, so sensitive place, it broke her. I could ask her to do anything in exchange of taking that thick needle out of her poor nipple. It was supposed to make me happy, ...
    fulfilled... Happy? Yes. Fulfilled? I wasn't. Why wasn't I!? I could keep that going for hours if I wanted, I could do anything I wanted, not having to get her ready for anything! I didn't care about her! She wasn't Erika! I could pierce her other nipple the same way, straight through it and inside her breast; also I could put them to use, wire them, and electrocute her. It would be a hell of a show, as should be anything I had planned next... Stretch her holes with my fists or making her sit in something larger, stick nettle leafs inside of her, burn her with wax, fill her with cold water... The list was endless and, still, I wasn't totally fulfilled. Why? I inhaled deeply, savoring what I heard, what I saw, her eyes fixed on the other needle I had in my hand... I watched her intently as something felt wrong, out of place. She had to be looking at me. I should be the target of her fear, I should be her everything, not just the man abusing her, torturing her. Why? I never needed something like that before! Women were means to an end! I should extract pleasure from them, discard them! Not even befriending Gabrielle, the most capable and complete woman I had ever known had changed that! So a pair of expecting, frightened bright and grayish blue eyes came to mind and the answer was right there: Erika. It infuriated me, the thought that I had let that little immigrant change me somehow… I couldn't even punish her for that. I couldn't punish ERIKA for that. I stepped forward, Candy ...
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