Fetish torture stories
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"Good Evening my stud Agent captive." I said into the mic of my little booth. One of my subjects said that hearing it was like having a pair of soaked silken panties wrapped around his dick. "why were you in the compound HQ?" I asked again, this time letting my azure eyes deliberately crawl over him. "What was it you were here to take?" I asked, prancing forward a few steps, black fuck-me pumps causing a massive bounce with each pace. "You sure?" I asked, leaning low and breathing the two words slowly on his dick with a hot sultry cinnamon breath. Who knows how many years of agent training had just crumbled in ten minutes of my face, lips, breath, and JJ cups.
'master please......please no....'i wisper.he says nothing as he gets the metal wire clamps ang clips my body with them.'you need to act like the worthless bitch-slave you are!'he snarled as he turnedthe geirator dial all the way up to 10.my back lept off the table as i wailed at the unberable pain that shot through me body.'P-P-PLEASE MAST-TER .P-P-PLEASE S-STOP.' i gasped.he turned the dial to 0 and my body went limp.'what are you?'he asked'a mindless-slutty-bitch-slave to do all of you bidding my all-powerful master' i say breathlessly.'will you ever run again?''.........'