Innocent Girls Next Door in Merciless Peril
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A very young Sarah Blake, in peril on SSM's Y-table. (Click on it, it's a .gif)
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These provocative girls should learn to dress decently, slutty outfits are not allowed at their young age.
Corrective discipline and punishments are urgently needed.
Which of them would you start with ?
Corrective discipline and punishments are urgently needed.
Which of them would you start with ?
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THANK YOU, letvor! High praise, from a great inspiration - you!
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Clearly #2 is long overdue for lessons in proper behavior.
Slave Rule #1- No matter how bad the pain is, it can always get worse
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So many innocent girls next door… so little time…
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A great GIMP film is the 2018 thriller “Daddy’s Girl.” A sicko kidnaps innocent girls just to torture them, and we get some very nice scenes indeed, in a terrific dungeon. Starring is the hot little English actress Jemma Dallender of “I Spit On Your Grave” fame. I get the feeling she’s a kinky little whore… she seems to seek out these films.
Here are the best scenes in one clip: https://www.xvideos.com/video59139847/ ... ddy_s_girl
Here are the best scenes in one clip: https://www.xvideos.com/video59139847/ ... ddy_s_girl
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”No… No… NOOO…. PLEASE DON’T HURT ME!!!”
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I think that all of these girls (look at the picture) were screaming the same sentence!
List of Kenneth Bianchi's and Angelo Buono victims. They are known as Hillside Stranglers.
(Screen shot was taken from Wikipedia.)
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A NOVEMBER TO REMEMBER
Nikki was being slowly impaled, inch-by-inch…
Six hours earlier, the co-ed was doing a photo shoot for the campus calendar fund-raiser. It was just erotic enough, she thought, to sell - but not too sleazy to damage her reputation. What she didn’t know was that the photographer had a different calendar in mind. “Henri” was actually the Calendar Killer, who was moving to a different college each month to complete his own chronology of co-eds… co-eds who were having much more than their reputation damaged.
He had watched the way she moved during the shoot, admiring her lithe movements in her low-rise jeans and boots, and the sexy ways she cast coy glances at the camera - so innocent, and so un-aware of the horror that was to come. He stared at her mouth, her glossy lips glowing just right in the late afternoon light; and he imagined the screams that would emanate from it as her tender body was bruised and bloodied. That same mouth, he reminded himself, would engulf his throbbing cock during what he called his foreplay… which would certainly involve electricity simultaneously being probed far into her sweet, tight ass. Past months’ models had not heeded his warning about use of their teeth during those sessions, and were beaten severely for it. He hoped that she followed instructions more carefully… he didn’t want to bruise this one’s pretty face too much… yet.
In his dark, remote shed, Nikki hung from her wrists, still unconscious from the drug that had plunged into her neck with his long syringe. Another injection of adrenaline roused her and her eyes slowly opened to examine her new home. He held her from behind as she became fully aware of her situation, his hands on her slender hips and his face buried in the damp strands of her chestnut hair, the scent of her perfume and fear arousing his most sadistic feelings. He ripped her blouse open and squeezed her bare breasts, letting her flowing tears fall into his hands and further lube his rising lust.
After his multiple assaults on her ultimately naked body, Nikki was moved to his newly-created session for the November calendar edition’s pinnacle photo session. Her standing spread-eagle would be achieved with specially-tailored iron piping and cuffs, designed to be horrifically tight at the risks, and loose elsewhere to ensure clanking as his victim thrashed around under his care. Cameras were poised at four angles from tripods on the floor, and from the rafters above. This month’s calendar edition would have hundreds of shots from which to choose, both still and video.
As he began the hoist’s motor, Nikki fully grasped what was about to happen. Each ensuing minute meant her lowering onto the studded steel probe anchored on the floor and thrusting up between her long, spread legs. She was to be impaled, ultimately - and excruciatingly slowly - through her pussy, as electrical current and heat both did their work deep into her quivering and sweating body. In between increments, the steel collar at her neck jolted her with additional voltage that shook her frame and rattled her bonds further.
Nikki’s panicked sobs and screams reached a fever pitch - just as Henri jammed her blood-soaked panties into her mouth and secured them in place with tight black duct tape. He gave her another shot of adrenaline to ensure she remained conscious and fully receptive to the horror; then stood back and admired her wet eyes staring at him as he stroked his cock and sighed in complete ecstasy.
Nikki’s November would be a calendar page for the ages. A November to remember.
Nikki was being slowly impaled, inch-by-inch…
Six hours earlier, the co-ed was doing a photo shoot for the campus calendar fund-raiser. It was just erotic enough, she thought, to sell - but not too sleazy to damage her reputation. What she didn’t know was that the photographer had a different calendar in mind. “Henri” was actually the Calendar Killer, who was moving to a different college each month to complete his own chronology of co-eds… co-eds who were having much more than their reputation damaged.
He had watched the way she moved during the shoot, admiring her lithe movements in her low-rise jeans and boots, and the sexy ways she cast coy glances at the camera - so innocent, and so un-aware of the horror that was to come. He stared at her mouth, her glossy lips glowing just right in the late afternoon light; and he imagined the screams that would emanate from it as her tender body was bruised and bloodied. That same mouth, he reminded himself, would engulf his throbbing cock during what he called his foreplay… which would certainly involve electricity simultaneously being probed far into her sweet, tight ass. Past months’ models had not heeded his warning about use of their teeth during those sessions, and were beaten severely for it. He hoped that she followed instructions more carefully… he didn’t want to bruise this one’s pretty face too much… yet.
In his dark, remote shed, Nikki hung from her wrists, still unconscious from the drug that had plunged into her neck with his long syringe. Another injection of adrenaline roused her and her eyes slowly opened to examine her new home. He held her from behind as she became fully aware of her situation, his hands on her slender hips and his face buried in the damp strands of her chestnut hair, the scent of her perfume and fear arousing his most sadistic feelings. He ripped her blouse open and squeezed her bare breasts, letting her flowing tears fall into his hands and further lube his rising lust.
After his multiple assaults on her ultimately naked body, Nikki was moved to his newly-created session for the November calendar edition’s pinnacle photo session. Her standing spread-eagle would be achieved with specially-tailored iron piping and cuffs, designed to be horrifically tight at the risks, and loose elsewhere to ensure clanking as his victim thrashed around under his care. Cameras were poised at four angles from tripods on the floor, and from the rafters above. This month’s calendar edition would have hundreds of shots from which to choose, both still and video.
As he began the hoist’s motor, Nikki fully grasped what was about to happen. Each ensuing minute meant her lowering onto the studded steel probe anchored on the floor and thrusting up between her long, spread legs. She was to be impaled, ultimately - and excruciatingly slowly - through her pussy, as electrical current and heat both did their work deep into her quivering and sweating body. In between increments, the steel collar at her neck jolted her with additional voltage that shook her frame and rattled her bonds further.
Nikki’s panicked sobs and screams reached a fever pitch - just as Henri jammed her blood-soaked panties into her mouth and secured them in place with tight black duct tape. He gave her another shot of adrenaline to ensure she remained conscious and fully receptive to the horror; then stood back and admired her wet eyes staring at him as he stroked his cock and sighed in complete ecstasy.
Nikki’s November would be a calendar page for the ages. A November to remember.
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