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The protagonists - Diamanda and himself — were his choice of course, but the scenario, the setting and the nitty-gritty of the bedroom action came straight from one of the lady’s own stories, The Spider's Web, which was all about a beautiful, sexually voracious woman who picked up young men in bars and lured them to hotel rooms to fuck them. Would that it would happen for real, thought Elliot desperately as he considered ordering another drink. It didn’t look as if she was coming in tonight. Two small beers later, he felt the urge to visit the men’s room and as‘he trudged wearily in its direction, he decided that once he’d dealt with his natural function, he’d cut his losses and leave. When

I’d heard stories whispered among the servants back home—rumors of an underground den where music never stopped, where girls were paraded on their knees, collared, chained, forced to spread for men who had enough money to break them in half. Here, they weren’t daughters. They weren’t wolves. They weren’t human. They were sluts, whores, holes to be bought and ruined. And that’s what I was now. I could almost hear the girls before me being dragged, their screams swallowed up by the noise, their tears hidden under flashing lights. I could smell it too—sweat, liquor, sex, all mixing in the air. The scent of men who had already used their toys.

“One devoted to the stories of your victims. The next step will be protests, and reporters. Do you think the media will be kind with all the stories we’ve accumulated? How many women have had their lives completely put onto a different course than they intended because of you?” He scoffed. “Please. They. . .” I interrupted him. “Do not say they wanted it,” I growled pointing at him. “If they wanted it, they wouldn’t have sent in their stories.” “So I should be punished because some bitches think that I shouldn’t sleep around?” he asked with his arms open wide. “You should be punished because you didn’t have permission to have sex with those women,” Saoirse said. Jimmy narrowed his eyes at Ma

His stern voice, low and menacing, whispered into my ear like a death sentence: “Open your eyes and look at the garbage and sewage beneath this shiny city. If you were born into a poor family, you’d have a gambling father and a p.rostitute mother. They’d sell you to a nightclub after your first period, then take the money and leave you to die. You’d spend your life in a dark, filthy nightclub, where the manager would f.uck you in the name of discipline before you even got your first guest. They’d inject you with drugs, and you’d be dependent on them. If you died, they’d dump your body in an alley filled with filth, waiting for the garbage man to clean you up.”

Seb shakes his head and wraps an arm around him, “Shit, Babe.” But Greyson chuckles and raises his eyebrows with a smirk, “I even had one woman rape me once, she tied me to her bed, drugged me so I’d be hard, then bounced up and down on me. She was trying to prove I wasn’t gay.” Greyson talks lightly, but George can tell there’s real hurt there.

“Fuck yourself deep while you serve them. I want to see how much you love being a locked cuck.” Mark’s tiny pink cage throbbed as he positioned the thick dildo under himself. With his face burning, he lowered his ass onto it right there in front of everyone. The fat head stretched his hole wide, making him whimper as he sank down inch by inch until it was buried deep inside him. “Yes… like that, faggot.” Cindy moaned as her first bull mounted her. Chinedu slammed into Cindy’s cum-filled cunt and bred her hard. Mark watched inches away as he released rope after rope pumped into his wife’s womb, the moment Chinedu pulled out, Mark crawled to him, dildo still lodged in his ass.

We had begged for this dirty secret, and now we were living it. Some days he would call us to his office between lectures. I’d drop to my knees while Brian bent over the desk, Garvin fucking the rugby captain’s tight ass hard and fast as I sucked Garvin’s balls from below. Other times he’d make me ride Brian’s cock on the floor while Garvin fucked my ass at the same time, turning me into a dripping, moaning mess between them. We learned every filthy style, me sucking both cocks until they painted my face, Brian getting fucked while he ate my pussy, Garvin using my throat while Brian pounded me from behind. The risk of getting caught only made us hornier.

I could feel his eyes on me the entire way, the shame only making me wetter. When I reached his room, he led me to a hidden door I hadn’t noticed before. And my jaw almost dropped as I looked around. It was practically a sex play room. The walls were lined with toys; vibrators of every size, clamps, whips, cuffs, plugs of every size. I stared in shock at the sheer number of them. Sameal handed me a ball gag and a blindfold. “Put them on.” I nodded obeying without a single thought. He lifted me off the floor and positioned me on a padded bench.

The combination of having incestuous sex in front of strangers while enduring sexual insults combined with the friction in her pussy was too much for her to take and her body and soul exploded. The wails from her mouth were so loud it brought others into the room to see. And for the first time she squirted all over. I kept ramming my meat into her intensely spasming vagina to prolong her orgasm. Then I gave in and shot my hot cream up into her womb. My hips bucked up against hers and we grinded them roughly together. We kept grinding and grinding in an effort to extract every drop of cum we had in our bodies. Then we collapsed in a heap with Grandma's sweaty body on top of mine. We are now i

I’d have taken my revenge long ago, but Xavier had ordered me to stand down. Being here stirred the old rage. Still, I decided to stay and see how the whole thing operated. I regretted it within two hours. Watching depraved old men get excited about buying young girls was… nauseating. We were each handed an iPad displaying the names, ages, and photos of the girls on offer. There were nearly three hundred of them. I was mindlessly scrolling when one caught my eye. Number 102. I frowned, wondering if my vision was playing tricks on me.