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The goad has left no trace of its touch, but constant writhing under torture means my muscles ache as if I’ve spent a week in the gym – especially my thighs, my shoulders and my buttocks. My wrists and ankles are also painful – they feel as though the skin has been cut from the ferocity of my struggles. Down at my ankles are the blue marks of developing bruises – evidence of the ferocity of my struggling. I raise my weary head to examine my wrists and see the same damage. My vagina and my anus feel worst of all. They burn with a steady pain, which turns to a hot stabbing if I make anything more than a small movement with my hips. It’s not surprising that rape after rape has torn me down there. Deeper within my bowels and my womb I have cramps, as though my body needs to expel something but can’t.In spite of all this my pussy is still tingling, and feels wet. My body won’t let me be now, until I’m permitted to cum. I have dried matter caked all down my inner thighs. I look down and I’m frightened to see streaks of blood that have run as far as my knees. How badly did they damage me? I can see other crusted material – shameful drips of semen, probably. There is the same sensation of caked filth between my buttocks as I can feel on my legs. On my face sperm is crusted – a smear from my cheek down onto my chin that’s a souvenir from the man who thought me too soiled to rape. My boobs and nipples, which bore the asian brunt of the groping, are sore from so much pinching and squeezing, but seem to have sustained no serious damage except for the ring of teeth marks where my right nipple was bitten. There is dried sperm on the slope of my left breast. I don’t remember when that arrived there either. The pungent smell of myself assails my nostrils. I reek of sex, and sweat, and blood, and fear, and woman. I realize I’m very thirsty, and remember Bondage / S&M the last time I hydrated was early afternoon. I’m alive, I tell myself, but that’s no comfort. Better they’d raped me to death earlier, seeing as there’s only new abuse in my future. I wonder what torture Salarin has for me next. Summoning strength for the next round of misery, I tense the muscles oral in my sore legs and try to stand. When I take my bodyweight I can’t stop my thighs trembling, but I have enough resilience to remain on my feet and relieve the strain in my arms and shoulders. Naked, I look out into the camp. Only a few men are moving around, busy with fetish their own business. Salarin will be hunting again, and most will be away in his retinue. “Fucccck, that shits big.” Emily screams but he doesn’t relent and keeps slamming his dick into her faster and faster. I love you.” He wanted to fuck me. I grinned as I wiggled my ass at him again. “Oh? She moved off the her oral room to check the papers. leaning forward Thoth whispered to Ephus, "I know you brother as I do this little one. Girls cages now, asian all of them got in their cages to calm down. They were lust filled and her cheeks were flushed. Never before had he thought that a foreign object would enter his body sexually; fetish that Bondage / S&M happened only to women, and the feeling of having something so intrusive lodged inside of him so suddenly felt like nothing he could describe. He looked way out of place.