Cruel Femdom Captions Novels & Stories

Clara was broken, mind blank and body on fire. Another orgasm splashed through her and she sobbed the words. “I accept it… I’m yours… breed me… keep me here forever…” Damon roared and came, flooding her womb with the biggest load yet. He stayed buried deep, grinding, making sure it stayed inside. Then he collapsed on top of her, cock still twitching in her ruined cunt. “Good girl,” he whispered, kissing her neck. “My perfect little captive. You’re never going back out there, this penthouse is your world and myy cock is your god and you shall serve it. ”

He fucked her just as hard, making her whimper and moan. “You too, Lila. Say it.” “I’m your slave,” Lila cried out. “I belong to you… use me whenever you want.” For the next hour, Dominic took them repeatedly. He fucked them in every position: missionary, doggy, while they 69’d each other, while they kissed. He made them call each other “Master’s whore” and “Master’s cumdump.” Finally, he positioned both girls on their backs again, legs pulled up to their chests, pussies exposed and dripping.

He said. I smiled mockingly. "You think you will be happy? No! Don't you see? Even that child was a product of you, forcing yourself into me!" I raised my voice angrily as i laughed like a damn maniac. "Oh well, i am just a sex slave to you aren't i?" "No.. Bambi.." he walked closer to me. "I'm sorry, for everything." Now he is just one step away from me.

His words were a growl, as if he were a feral animal. Damien added a second, scissoring those two fingers until the stretch and burn made the pleasure skyrocket. And when he rubbed my clit with his thumb, sending me to the highest peak, I cried out in panic, scared I wouldn’t be able to hold it in any longer. “Now, Fina. Come for me now.” He sank his teeth into the flesh where my thigh and pussy met, and I came so hard stars danced in front of my eyes. God… my father’s brother was making me come.

The photo is of a fat male clad in skin tight leather from head to toe, whipping a female suspended … from the ceiling. “He’s uhm… He’s a collector of “rare” females. Different races, different creatures. So I’m certain having a pregnant red wolf would be a fabulous addition. He’s probably got at least a dozen wives, numerous girlfriends. Who knows how many kids. Gets his money from his shipping businesses… you know containers that can bring you anything you want discreetly. He’s one of the most notorious doms in the world of underground S&M. He’s brutal, gets off on the pain he inflicts. He probably owns a third of the bondage clubs in Europe. Girls that don’t hold up, that he thinks are we

I move my body further away from him realizing that he can just do that. He smirked. The look in his eyes makes me afraid that he was really going to kill me right now. Dela Vin can do that. Like what he said last night, I am his property because my family sold me to him. “ Do you think I can only make you scream hard when I kill you? Think harder.” I shuddered. Part of me knows what he’s talking about, but I haven’t done it. Not in my whole single life did I let anyone touch my body for their pleasure, because I believe I will just let my future husband see me in my purest form.

On the sofa, the submissive's owner had her skirt hiked up and she was pleasuring herself while she watched her pet being used by these two strangers. Henry's tempo increased until finally, he pulled out, blasting a load all over the man's face. 'The man can cum like a fire hose,' Shamira thought, watching line after line of semen splatter on the young man's cheeks, nose, and mouth. She watched the domme stand up, walk over, look disapprovingly at her charge, and then slap him sharply across the face. She wiped Henry's goo off of her slave's face and then fed it to him, making sure he licked her latex gloves clean.

“Your greedy little pussy is dripping down your thighs before I’ve even touched you properly.” He spun her around, pressing her bare breasts against the icy glass. The shocking cold made her nipples tighten painfully as he bound her with thick black ropes. He secured her wrists high above her head to a reinforced ring in the dome’s frame. Rope wrapped tightly around her breasts in intricate patterns, squeezing them until they bulged red and throbbing. A cruel crotch rope was pulled viciously between her legs, the coarse fibers parting her swollen, dripping labia and grinding hard against her engorged clit.

“Cover her.” Finn yanked down her clothing and released her arm. Crispen was back at her side immediately. “Who is this?” Duncan thundered when he laid eyes on Crispen. “Is this her brat? Does she claim him? It cannot be!” “Nay, Laird,” Finn was quick to say. “The child is not hers. We caught him trying to steal one of our horses. She champions him. Nothing else.” “Get rid of him.” Mary wrapped both arms around Crispen and stared at Duncan with all the force of her hatred. “You touch him and you’ll regret the day you were born.”

"FUCK ME LIKE A BOSS! CLAIM YOUR PRIZE!" Dominic was going crazy. He was talking dirty, calling me his "little office slut" and his "forbidden gift." The words made my blood boil. I felt like a wild animal. I started to bounce on him, my hair flying in my face, my moans turning into raw, animalistic growls. "TELL ME!" he roared, his hands digging into my thighs until his fingerprints stayed behind. "WHO IS THE MASTER OF THIS HOUSE TONIGHT?" "YOU! YOU ARE!" I yelled. "FUCK ME HARDER, DOMINIC! DESTROY ME!"