She drew in a great, tortured gasp and streams of blood started along the length of her wound. Without a moment’s respite the whip swept around again. Both women screamed, the one in physical shock and pain but the other in wide-eyed terror. She was quickly silenced by the cruel laceration of both her breasts by a whip-cut deep enough to start a fine spray of blood. Her wounded bosom heaved twice before she threw her head back and screamed again and again. “Dmitri...” sighed Oliviya, distractedly, staring intently at the awful drama unfolding before pov her. The two women writhed helplessly under the vicious onslaught, arms straining and loins trembling over the wooden shafts that pinned them to their crosses while his whip carved a thousand cuts into Hardcore their outstretched bodies and blood rained down around them. Hoarse screams and hopeless sobbing filled the air. Oliviya, too, moved sensuously in her seat. Her hands roamed about her undulating form, brushing her skin and tousling her mane of coal-black hair, now caressing the arm of the chair, now pressing the aching nub of her nipple between thumb and forefinger. She groaned deep in her throat and, without taking her eyes from the screen for a second, reached lazily to open the desk drawer. A particularly vicious stroke had caught one of the women on the side of her breast and carved deeply into the tissue. The wound gaped raw and bloody and her cunt spurted copiously, shamelessly, at such brutal treatment. With a shaking hand, Oliviya took a smoked-glass, jewelled plug from the drawer and brought it slowly to her open mouth to roll her tongue around the glass bulb, moistening it languorously while her black eyes drank in the brutal depravity of the film. Both women were slick with gore now, and blood poured freely from many amateur cuts. Their movements were becoming more sluggish and less frequent as the punishment took its toll. Oliviya raised her legs, planted her conservative shoes wide apart on the edge of the desk and drove the wet plug hard into the dry bud of her arsehole. She groaned again, and her breath came in ragged pants until her tight ring accepted the invasion of the coloured glass and closed around the waist so that only the semi-precious stone at the base was visible, glinting in the oral flickering light of the computer screen. Dmitri’s face looked into the camera and his eyes bored into hers. Slowly and deliberately he raised his right hand and pulled on a strange gauntlet of brass and leather. Each finger was fitted with a five-centimetre blade of blued steel, fashioned to resemble the talon of a raptor - or perhaps the claw of a big cat. Buckling it securely around his wrist, he turned back to the bleeding and crucified submissives. They slowly lifted radiant faces public at his approach, with utterly broken yet tender and loving looks. With one last, meaningful glance over his shoulder he stepped close to the spread-eagled beauty on the right and drew his finger-knives slowly and almost gently down her raw, bloodied flank to sink the wicked tips deep into the flesh of her arse. Her face was already a transport of agony when he seized her thick hair in his other hand and pulled her head to the side, exposing her slender neck to his hungry mouth. The woman whispered a phrase in her strange language which Oliviya was sure must be the hailing of the Pallid Mask and then her face froze in a rictus of terror and pain as Dmitri’s teeth clamped again and again on her outstretched throat, rending and tearing in a huge outpouring of blood which splashed over his face and beard. Soon she slumped motionless in her bonds. He turned a wild and gory face to the camera before moving in on the other woman. She licked her lips and strained imprisoned arms to force her flayed body away from the cross towards his fatal fingers. “Pink.” “I want to blow your cock while my man watches Simone, but before I do I want you to lick me to orgasm more than once,” I tell her as I sit on high stool with legs wide apart ready to be teased and pleasured. What have you done.” Sobbed Grace into the mattress, as Max began rotating his hips, widening the channel, and pushing deeper. “I thank you for the offer, but it is not one I can accept.” Yavara said. “I think you're going to lose your cherry tonight, Rebecca,” Jen said as she squirmed beside me. Felicity sucked him off while sitting at the lounge room’s table awaiting whatever was to come after that. I tried to stay still for her but instinct overcame my will and I began to stroke in and out of the hot soft hole that enveloped my aching prick. Her hands cup my face as she grinds harder into me, moaning into my mouth. I mean totally love you bro but I can’t STAND her...(I have to be honest with you because I can’t stand seeing you with public her and pov do NOT want her in my family) cmon man. I mean, you could totally do much better. I went over to her and woke her up. “And we formally thank the despot Yavara Alkandi for rescuing the captives.” I said with a wave of my hand. Why are amateur you showing me this?" But his fingering alone turned out to be more than enough to keep my pussy nice and wet, if you know what oral I mean. Knew that she should break away from his lips, tell him off, and cancel all their future lessons, but she didn’t. She couldn’t. This, whatever it was, was the one exciting thing in her life. Ryan got a Euro coin out of his pocket and tossed it in the Hardcore air. When I told Max about it he paled and started shaking and said “I never thought about that.” Patty chanted. “I think it’s a great idea and it will be fun.” She said.