נִפלָא ערבי strumpet מקבל שלה חֶמדָנִי רטוב part2

You will get into the van completely naked, carrying your clothes, and put on the blindfold – not because I doubt your obedience, but so that you will know nothing if you happen to be captured.” Dmitri smiled again and Katya’s eyes blazed with devotion. “He will drive you to a safe place where he will break Brunette you utterly with pain”. For the next two days she went about her duties in an erotic daze, naked under her skirt in accordance with his wishes. From time to time she found herself shut in a cupboard or cubicle squeezing her nipples – bringing herself to the brink of release but no further, in a perverse act of self-torture. When the promised van reached its Hardcore secret destination and Katya finally clambered blindly from the back, she was led naked through doors and corridors until a man’s voice ordered her to sit, and long fingers guided her down onto a bed. He uncovered her eyes. She saw that she was in a bare cell, with a plain rug and cot, one overhead light-bulb and a small, barred window. The heavy door stood open. Bending over her was a sinewy old man with grey hair and harsh, lined features. She had barely time to register her first sight of Leon when he dropped his bag on the mattress beside her and reached inside. “Put these on” he ordered curtly, handing her a pair of black stockings. She stretched out her shapely legs to obey. He had her put on elbow-length lace gloves, and then leather cuffs for her wrists and ankles. As she stretched charmingly to buckle the slave collar behind her neck he jabbed his finger towards the foot of the bed. “Chain yourself down” he said flatly. Katya swung her legs up and fastened her anklets to the chains at either corner of the bed, then lay back to secure one wrist the same way – the other she held out, pleading, to Leon. He chained her down helpless and produced from his jacket a canvas wallet such as surgeons and dissectors use to carry their tools. Unrolling it on the bed beside her he revealed rows of sharp, round-headed needles, and favoured her with a bestial leer which made her shiver in anticipation. Slowly, Leon proceeded to decorate her spread-eagled body with needles and thin trails of blood. He pierced her nipples and all the soft skin around them, pinched and skewered the flesh on the gentle curve of her belly and the swell of her hips. Sometimes, Katya could not suppress a throaty moan of slavish pleasure at the cold, steel kisses and she was slick with juices as he pushed yet more needles into her pubic mound and through the lips of her cunt. When Leon had forced the last of his needles into the smoothness of her inner thighs he stepped back and freed his stiff cock from his trousers. He aimed at Katya’s face and she opened her mouth wide while he pulled at his long foreskin interracial once and twice and then ejaculated onto her waiting tongue. She twisted her head towards him to catch the last drops and lay back, open-mouthed. “I will leave you here tonight” he told her as he arranged his clothing. “Tomorrow we will plan Dmitri’s escape, then I will hurt you” and with this he left, turning off the light. After a time, Katya began to cry quietly. Twice during the night strangers came into the warm darkness of her room and silenced her soft sighs by pushing a hard cock into her mouth, and after each visit she was left writhing in excitement, licking greedily at her lips. When dawn lit the cell, Katya had worked out a simple way to have Dmitri walk from the prison and was thinking only of her role in the plan with an intense fear that made her soaking wet. “I’m sure of it.” she told Leon the next morning, straining her neck from the thin mattress to look him in the face “It’s because of staff shortages; during the cumshot whole watch on Sunday evening nobody monitors the corridor between the interrogation cell and the fire escape. I have keys to both”. Leon liked the proposal. As soon as she had outlined her plan he bent over her to unclip her amateur restraints. “And, because it is impossible to deny that you unlocked the cell, you escape with him?” he asked. “Then we can bring you back here and torture you to death”. “No” she said sadly “I must be killed during his escape. We cannot allow this gaol break to become a ‘hostage situation’”. “And love that cock in my hands. She whispers some advice on being a better pussy licker as she gets closer and closer to interracial orgasm. Like I said, Brunette she’s a dumb slut.” How could I be so lucky! Both nervous cumshot and silent. I darted right. This wild ride has come to its conclusion. Was this a good thing? This was new for me. Hardcore Prakash didn’t give the opportunity or amateur show desire for playfulness during the limited sex we had. 'Oh no!' Roberta thought, 'If he wakes up he could die!' Then---it was over. Then it hit me, and I said, “You mean having sex?”