Stroke It - January 2010
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 Part II
We now find Sophia nude, her arms bound together up over her head. She's on her butt, torso tied to a wooden pallet. Her legs are spread and pulled back. Her ankles tied off to the pallet as well, above her head. She's just sitting there exposed, waiting. When Angel appears she lets Sophia know how beautiful she is. How splayed out her body is. Then she proceeds to place a very small, nasty clothespin on the bridge between her sinuses, bringing a tear to one eye. Then she places row after row of clothespins on her giant 38G breasts. As the number of pins increases so does Ms. St. James's obvious discomfort. Angel takes time to move her sinus clothespin around to annoy her and then adds an additional one. As she tries to hold back the tears Angel takes the cane and severely whacks the back of both thighs. She doesn't hold back. Then, before the last two strikes have time to fade, she strikes her again across her ass cheeks and hole. Immediately a mark appears on that chocolate brown skin. Sophia begins to break down. She tries hard not to. She tries to maintain her composure but when Angel starts digging her fingers into the cane stroke marks she can't stave it off any longer. And then Angel begins ripping the clothespins from her breasts. Sophia is crying out continuously now as large tears fall down her cheeks. To add to her humiliation she places a cheek retractor in Sophia's mouth. That's followed by an electrical plug in her ass and a funnel in her cunt for inserting Pop Rocks candy. Once the candy gets in her box it starts to ooze a pink liquid out. After vibbing her clit off she takes a long, white candy bar and lays it between her pussy lips before stuffing it in her cunt. She fucks her with it. Then turns up the power in her ass until she screams out. That white candy bar disappears between her warm brown skin and into the pink recess of her cunt. She then douches the Pop Rocks from her cunt with Coco Cola. The reaction between the Coke and the Pop Rocks sends a torrent of fluid from her cunt like an ejecting volcano. Angel then starts to vigorously fuck her with the candy bar again, coating it with the substances in her cunt. Angel begins vibbing her with the Hitachi. Within a couple of minutes a large piece of the candy bar emerges from her cunt and falls to the floor. Angel picks it up and feeds it to Sophia. There is an ocean of fluids sitting at the bottom of Sophia's cunt as Angel takes Big Black and severely fucks her cunt while vibbing her off with the Hitachi at the same time. Tears run from each eye. Angel has her repeating, "Fuck me like the whore that I am" over and over as the dildo reams her hole. When Sophia finally cums the sound she makes is one continuous scream for mercy.
Finally, we find Sophia bound in a lotus position. Her arms are in a box tie and she is bent slightly at the back. A neck rope to her feet keep her from raising herself back. She is ball gagged and sitting up in the dank, dirty attic. It's really just a test to see how long she can sit there. How long she can put up with her discomfort, the inability to change her position, how it affects her back. The forward lean of her body insures lots of drool falls from her face hole. And it does. We can see her trying to collect it, to catch it before it falls by attempting to slip her tongue beneath the ball gag --but to no avail. It still falls with a smack to the floor. As time moves on she grows increasingly uncomfortable. Her breathing changes, she starts to grunt at times. She makes impossible attempts to adjust herself. Her big, giant breasts take up most of her lap as she is leaned forward. She keeps raising her head in an effort to assuage the distress. The drooling is now incessant. She becomes increasingly audible and antsy. She starts to rock back and forth. She isn't going to last much longer... |
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 Part I
Big, beautiful and curvaceous --Sophia St. James is back.
We find Sophia naked, blindfolded, ass hooked and on all fours. Her forearms are bound to her calves. Angel has her on a lead at the end of a hallway. She's "walking" her out into a larger room. It's a slow process for Sophia, however. Unable to move any faster than she is, Angel encourages her to move faster anyway. When the doggy reaches a platform she struggles to get over it. Once she does Angel has her sit & stay while she lay onto her back and proceeds to have the doggy watch her masturbate herself into orgasm. After several minutes of selfless Hitachi use Angel decides to have the doggy lick her cunt instead. As the doggy eats pussy her hooked ass is high in the air and her 38G teats hang pendulum like in the balance. She licks that pussy dutifully, never missing a beat. At least until Angel is ready to be fucked with a giant dildo. She doesn't waste any time teaching this dog a new trick --which is to fuck her with that huge dildo. And the doggy apparently had done this before because not only did it fuck Angel with the dildo but it licked her clit at the same time without being told too. She fucked her so hard and vigorously that Angel had a massive orgasm that she then had the doggy clean up with her face. When she's done she has the doggy get on her back and then Angel squats directly over her face and has her eat her out again while spanking her pussy with a riding crop. She has her service both her cunt and asshole. By the time Angel gets up off her face the doggy's own face is covered in pussy slime. Angel takes that giant dildo and then tit fucks her with it. She finally gives the doggy a reprieve with the Hitachi. But every time the doggy asks for permission to cum Angel stops the Hitachi and beats her pussy with the riding crop. She does, finally, let her cum. When she does all one can hear are two statements repeated over and over and over again very loudly, "Oh God!" & "Oh fuck!" Then a stream of hot spray comes gushing from the doggy's vaginal opening. When she finally finished ejecting fluid Angel had her get back on all fours and clean up her mess with her face hole. She also beat her the whole time she was licking it up.
We now find Sophia gagged, wrapped in duct tape and dressed in black garbage bags. Her giant 38G breasts are bound and sticking out from the bags, accentuating them. She is standing in the middle of the room waiting. When Angel comes on board she feels her up. Those giant tits all tight from the rope. She caresses them first and then squeezes the holy shit out of them next. She stands away from her and then orders her to kiss her. She has to hop and maneuver herself to Angel. She leans her ball gagged face hole into Angel's and then tries to kiss her. Angel takes her tongue and wipes it right across that ball gag. Afterward, she takes the Celebrator to her taunt nipples and drives Sophia crazy. Then canes them. Oh dear, within the first two strikes to that 38G you can see the life drain out of Sophia. She breaks down immediately. Clearly, those tits are sensitive. But then she simply switches to a flogger, beating the very ends of her titties with it. Bringing Sophia back to tears again. And while she is still crying, still trying to pull herself back together Angel makes her stick her tongue out from under her ball gagged mouth. Then she sticks a 9V battery on it. Sophia immediately recoils but Angel forces her to stick her tongue back out again. As she shocks her tongue long, thick streams of drool fall from her mouth. Angel makes her choose between being shocked or being flogged. Unable to stand either choice for any length of time poor Sophia just keeps getting flogged and shocked. When the Hitachi finally finds her pussy Angel makes her enjoy it with a clear, tight bag over her head. Right at the moment Sophia is ready to cum Angel unexpectedly canes her titties. Sophia has to build her orgasm up all over again and when she blows it out the whole room began to shake. This girl has some massive, earth-shaking orgasms. When she was done blowing out that orgasm Angel had her lay down on the floor and then urinated upon her. |
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 Meg told us when she left the last time she was here she had been ruined for life. That she didn't want to have sex any other way than in bondage. Meg paid us a return visit. Five minutes after she knocked on the door she was nude, bound, gagged, head put in a bag and then chained by the neck to a hook in the floor of an old out building. That's where we find her, lying on her side trying to rest. It is cold out here. The opaque bag on her head gives us a glimpse of her face as it expands and collapses with each breath. She shifts her position but it is difficult for her; box tied and titties bound tightly, unable to see. The bag on her head begins to fill with condensation. She grows increasingly afraid of not being able to breathe. She calls out once or twice in fear with no answer back, her desperation building. She cries out again and we see her try to shake the bag from her head; she is clearly working her gag, trying to push it out. She starts to cry out continuously now as I walk up to her and place a bowl of plain, boiled spaghetti noodles in front of her. As the steam rises up from the bowl I tell her that once they are ice cold she can have them. After awhile she garbles thru the bag and ball gag to tell me she is hungry..."can I have the bag off my head to eat?" I dump the cold noodles directly onto the dirty concrete floor in front of her. Jesus Christ. When the bag and ball gag came off she ferociously dug into that pile of noodles and started eating it like a wild dog. But after consuming half of it she abruptly stops and asks for permission to go pee. A metal bucket is fetched and placed right next to her noodles for her to relieve herself into. After some effort getting herself into position over the bucket she lets it fly, doing her best to keep any of that urine from her noodles. When she's done peeing she goes back to finishing her dinner. She washes the noodles down with water from a calf feeder bottle that she had to work really hard to reach. After dinner she's rolled onto her back and her legs doubled back and tied off at the knee to each shoulder. With her pussy now fully exposed she is drug into the remainder of her spaghetti noodles and vibbed off until fluid runs from her cunt to her asshole. She is not allowed an orgasm. Instead, she is made to get on her belly in a hogtie, in the middle of the uneaten noodles and have an ice cold ass hook inserted. She is then made to do a 180 on the floor just so we can be sure that she fully feels that ass hook up in there. When she spins around we clearly see white creamy fluid seeping from her cunt. It is pungent. She begs me to play with it. I bring her up to the point where she begs for release and then she is denied. She begs for it. She pleads. She ask me to beat her if I'll just let her cum. I give her permission and she has a devastating orgasm with her pussy grinding into those cold, wet noodles. Afterward, she is urinated upon and left.
Now we find Meg with the length of her arms tied to her torso, then heavy chains wrap around her body securing her to a wire frame bed. A metal bed that's been left outside in the cold. Her ankles are manacled to the bed. She's just lying there, cold and shivering outside. Goose bumps clearly visible the entirety of her body. After some minutes have passed The White Boy is fetched and mounted into her pussy. She gasp when it goes in. It doesn't take her long before she subtly tries to hump and fuck The White Boy. Her big toes get tied together. The humping ceases to be subtle and becomes an all out hump fest as she is left there to figure shit out on her own. But right at the moment her desire seems to be peaking, where her need becomes greatest --I hose her down with cold water. She immediately stops humping The White Boy and starts gasping. The cold water takes her breath away as she lets out exasperated murmurs of need & desire. As she lie there shaking, almost uncontrollably, I take a rough, whisk broom and sweep her entire body vigorously. Afterward, she's left crying. And as she cries I rub Icy Hot all over her exposed cunt, paying special attention to her clit. Once the Icy Hot has been rubbed in I suck her clit into a clear vacuum tube. Within seconds she is crying, telling me that it "burns". Through her building sobs she begs me to remove it. She begs repeatedly, over and over for me to remove it. She is crying heavily now. I ignore her. Instead, I vib the clit off inside the tube. She tells me it doesn't help at all. So I tape the vibrator to The White Boy so that it sits just under her clit tube and against her pussy. It doesn't take long before she's humping that fuck stick again and knocking that vacuum tube all over the place in an effort to get herself off. She's bucking about so wildly that she's told if she can get herself off she can. And just as she's built herself up into the frenzy that will deliver her the orgasm she's humping for I suddenly douse her face with cold water. The next time she builds herself up and asks for permission I make her tell me to beat her titties. And I do until the point where she doesn't want to cum anymore. Instead, she is having a heaving crying fit of sobs. But, alas, the vibrator is relentless. Within a couple of minutes it is clear she has another orgasm building. She starts to beg again. Asking if she'll ever be allowed to cum. She tells me she needs it desperately. When it is clear she is at the point where she can't hold off any longer I pour a bucket of urine on her and leave. As I walk off into the night I can hear the springs of the bed violently squeaking and her in the distance yelling..."Oh god!, I'm cumming!!"
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 Epilogue
Elise has been left up in a dark, lonely part of The Attic. She's in the Spider Chair, nude, ankles manacled to the legs while her wrists are bound to the rear legs behind her. A rope twists around her neck and is tied off to the ceiling directly above her. This keeps her back straight and her neck pulled up taunt. It also keeps her breathing restricted. As we find her she is writhing about, choking herself. It is almost as though she were in heat. Her pussy fully exposed and in the midst of trying to hump something that isn't there. Her breathing clearly distorted and gasping. She occasionally bucks her entire body looking for something to get off on. She's horny there in the attic with no way to get off. And her body never stops moving the whole time. In a constant state of gyrations, of choking herself, the humping of air. She's in heat. After some time I finally go up into the attic to check on her. Changing her position I untie her arms from the Spider Chair and then tie them up over her head and slightly behind her. Now she's quartered and a ball gag goes in to round things out. Without warning the flogger makes contact with her breasts, then continues down her chest before flogging her cunt. It happens so quickly, without time for her to prepare, that she's caught completely off guard. Within seconds she is crying. Screaming out. She tries to shake her body, to shake off the sting. But she can barely move as it is and then the flogger starts in on her back. Some strikes make her cry out immediately while others leave a mouth wanting to scream but unable to, at least for the first few seconds afterward. She is sobbing as I find a broken piece of shingle lying on the floor. I take the coarse end and rough her nipples up with it and then move to her cunt, wiping it vigorously over her clit. When I'm done she's a heaving, sobbing mess; unable to control her emotions. I grab Big Blue on a stick and mount it into her cunt, leaving it there. Slobber and snot run from her face holes, coating her chest before running down off her pussy. One foot moves to it's own tune. In response, I take thin leather strips and tie her big toes off to the chair. When I'm done I flog her armpits. The screaming is so intense that I tell her to shut up and cease making noise for any further strikes. Oh my god, I don't know how she did it but she did. I struck that breast so goddamn hard yet she didn't let a peep out. But her body was shaking and her mouth was locked down hard on that gag. When that vibrator finally hit her cunt you should have heard the begging. She'd been in heat for some time and now and after all she'd been thru, she was beyond desperate for release. Denied.
Now we find Elise nude and sitting in The Electric Chair. She's gagged and she's tied in a way that immobilizes her. Unable to move an inch she waits for the power to get turned on to the chair. She doesn't have to wait long. The first time she feels it her whole body jerks at the shock. Then again and again, until she isn't just jerking anymore --she's screaming while at the same time trying to pick her body up off of the chair. It is very clear this is an experience that is taxing her. Because she never stops screaming at the absolute top of her lungs while at the same time she has very large tears dropping from each eye and snot/slobber is pouring through the holes in her face. Just the energy she is expending with the screaming, crying and trying to get away has to be sucking what's left of her endurance away. It has become so much for her that she begins to violently shake her whole body in an effort to gain some type of relief. The whole chair starts to move across the room now. I step up and be a nice guy and turn it down a bit. But I also pull down over her head a clear bag. A few holes get poked over her nose before taping the bottom of the bag around her neck. There she's left, bag expanding and collapsing over her head as she tries to breath. I make sure to turn the electricity right back up before leaving. As we watch her it is clear that as things become more intense the less she is able to breathe inside that bag. She gets to the point where she cries out in long drawn out verses, the bag expanding and collapsing ever quicker. She starts to panic now. Nipple clamps are added which send her screaming in a one continuous, desperate plea. When she thinks she can't handle it anymore the bag is removed and replaced with a latex breath hood. Inside the hood I place her soiled panties. Once the hood is on a cane is procured. Immediately I start in on her thighs. Never giving her much of a break to soak in the previous caning, I just start in on the next thigh. The screaming is so intense I can't even hear myself think. She is seriously trying to get away from the electricity while taking these cane strokes at the same time. She desperately tries to get up and away from the chair to no avail. Within seconds she shows marks from the cane. I know her voice had to be hoarse after this scene.
Elise did a lot of rocking today. Rocking her body when in difficult, intense situations. This scene was no exception. Nude, in an elbow harness and atop The Wooden Horse, the moment she got on it she told me it was a device designed for nothing but maximum discomfort. She's right, plus this one is electrified under the thighs and pussy. I drew her ankles up and tied them to the horse. Then I wrapped a rope around her chest and drew her wrists up to that so her elbows actually jutted away from her torso and kept her from easily resting her hands onto the horse itself. I watched her a bit. Obviously turned on, she kept rocking her pussy against the A-frame of the horse, mouth ajar. That's when I picked up a wide leather belt and buckled it tightly around her neck. Until she was gasping. So there she sits, precariously perched as nothing prevents her fall but herself, with a wide leather belt around her neck and amperage running through her thighs and pussy. It is clear from the onset that she is going for the breathing concept, much like a pregnant woman does to get thru a pregnancy, where she concentrates on what's most important and all else filters down. Breath. Breath. Her horny ass starts to find a rhythm up there on The Horse. She shakes it back and forth in a rhythmic manner. Clearly it works for her pussy 'cause she's so totally into what is happening to her. So I tell her, if you can get yourself off, doing what you are doing, do it. And she ultimately does...all by herself! But then she is punished for it. She's flogged over her breasts. We stop and watch her break down. Closing in on her face. We know she wants to cum again. Big tears keep falling from her eyes. Her face is in distress. She's clearly crying when I ask her if she wants to cum. Between the sobs she says..."yes".
In the end, she is taken off of the horse and box tied. Then walked to a small hole in the floor where she is told to enter down into the ground, in a small crawl space where she can be left for the night. Once the floor has been dismantled she is forced into the hole. Once inside she is walked to the back of the concrete entrance and told to get down on the ground. Onto her belly so I can place her into a hogtie for the evening. Once secured she is left to her own devices in the small concrete walkway beneath ground. I simply leave the hole I entered in, reclaim the floor and leave for the night. Elise is on her own.
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