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Innocent Girls Next Door in Merciless Peril
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Ellie shrieked in agony…
Her co-ed modeling shoot had seemed so legitimate… the photographer so gracious and tender… the location so central and public. But the nineteen-year-old never made it to her car. Her last conscious memories before waking up in Hell were of a leather hood being thrust over her head, and the sliding door of a van being slammed shut.
Now, in the dark recesses of the killer’s lair, Ellie was hanging by her wrists, her nubile body shaking in fear, and glistening with sweat. She trembled further from the drug he’d injected into her, designed to keep her fully awake no matter how much she tried to slip away into blackness to escape her suffering. As the baton once again powered up with its signature squeal, she tried desperately to swing away. That caused the cuffs to tighten still further on her wrists and she felt as if her hands were being ripped from her, as blood now began to run down her arms where the steel was cutting her tender skin.
But that was nothing compared to the sudden, horrific bolt of electricity that entered the side of her breast, coursing its energy deep into her frame. Ellie spasm’d upwards and bit her tongue, releasing blood into her mouth and causing her to choke and sputter between sobs.
He stepped back after this latest assault and watched with delight as her thin white panties suddenly yellowed and a stream of urine flowed down both thighs and on to the cement floor.
As Ellie jerked about for him and screamed in between trying to control her breathing, he continued to stroke his cock with his other hand, and exhale audibly. They were moans of deep, lustful and perverse joy that were followed by verbal odes to his latest victim: “Oh, yes, sweet Ellie… dance for me… suffer for me… I love you so much, my darling… YES.. YESSS!!!”
Her co-ed modeling shoot had seemed so legitimate… the photographer so gracious and tender… the location so central and public. But the nineteen-year-old never made it to her car. Her last conscious memories before waking up in Hell were of a leather hood being thrust over her head, and the sliding door of a van being slammed shut.
Now, in the dark recesses of the killer’s lair, Ellie was hanging by her wrists, her nubile body shaking in fear, and glistening with sweat. She trembled further from the drug he’d injected into her, designed to keep her fully awake no matter how much she tried to slip away into blackness to escape her suffering. As the baton once again powered up with its signature squeal, she tried desperately to swing away. That caused the cuffs to tighten still further on her wrists and she felt as if her hands were being ripped from her, as blood now began to run down her arms where the steel was cutting her tender skin.
But that was nothing compared to the sudden, horrific bolt of electricity that entered the side of her breast, coursing its energy deep into her frame. Ellie spasm’d upwards and bit her tongue, releasing blood into her mouth and causing her to choke and sputter between sobs.
He stepped back after this latest assault and watched with delight as her thin white panties suddenly yellowed and a stream of urine flowed down both thighs and on to the cement floor.
As Ellie jerked about for him and screamed in between trying to control her breathing, he continued to stroke his cock with his other hand, and exhale audibly. They were moans of deep, lustful and perverse joy that were followed by verbal odes to his latest victim: “Oh, yes, sweet Ellie… dance for me… suffer for me… I love you so much, my darling… YES.. YESSS!!!”
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Just imagine having a girl tied up in the special room that will urinate in her panties every time you say "It's playtime, my love."
That is the true fear, and that is the way every girl should be loved!
Urinating under torture is the next best thing, but there is no fear without torture so...
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It's a well know fact that high level of anxiety or fear can cause loss of bladder control (incontinence), a fairly common reaction especially in women, thus it's a very good indicator.letvor wrote: ↑Mon Feb 14, 2022 3:19 pmJust imagine having a girl tied up in the special room that will urinate in her panties every time you say "It's playtime, my love."
That is the true fear, and that is the way every girl should be loved!
Urinating under torture is the next best thing, but there is no fear without torture so...
Maybe this is what happened to these girls ?
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”Remember when I said I’d never hurt you? Yeah, I lied… Bwahahahaha!!!
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Permission to go out dancing in a club tonight refused !
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Night out permission granted but subject to some strict conditions:
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