June
I scream and scream held in the hold, and my back is aching, the sick bitch pulling upward on my neck. Finally, after almost thirty seconds of agony, Mistress lets my aching body slump to the floor, and I barely move. I’m numb, and lying on the floor fighting through the pain that fills my body. Mistress grabs my limp arm and begins dragging me back to my feet, I can barely stand. The dominatrix has my right forearm held tightly and then her other hand comes up to my hair. I stumble along with her and my eyes go wide in horror seeing the wall getting closer and closer. I try to put on the breaks, but Mistress drives forward and my aching nose is hammered into the plaster wall. I got no chance to defend myself as my body is spun around, my back driven into the wall. Mistress’s right arm flies back and her fist hammers into my stomach, I instantly hunch over gasping in pain. She pushes my head back and again Mistress’s arm flies back and barrels into my stomach, my knees grow week and I am about to crumple to the ground.
I actually felt my body slide, beginning to go to the ground but the dominatrix has my left forearm and begins tugging me upward. She bends at the waist and hoists me upward, the massive woman struggling for a few seconds, and I have no idea what the hell is about to happen to me. I gasp in fear as I am lifted up high over her head and then felt my lower back resting on her neck, Mistress has my entire aching body over her shoulders. It takes her a few seconds to become satisfied with her posture and then I feel one hand on my neck, her other clamps down upon my thigh. Mistress takes a few second catching her breath, and I try to brace for the pain which I knew must be forthcoming.
“Scream Slave!” she hollers, as if giving me fair warning. Then the pain came, my already aching back is being put through hell, and in agony I wail at the top of my lungs being held tightly in a Torture Rack. Unnaturally, my body is painfully being bent across Mistress's muscular shoulders, and all I can do is scream. If anything, Mistress’s grip grew tighter and my chin is torqued horrifically and a new wave of pain blazed through my aching back. The sick woman continues to pull down on upon my sweaty thigh, my face contorted in agony.
Tears pool in my eyes, “I can’t takeeeee itttt!” I wail. I can’t believe this woman’s strength, she’s bending my prone body like a pretzel and I suddenly feel a sharp jolt as she stepped forward. She seemed to sense the new wave of pain that was bringing to my defeated body, for she began flexing her arms, pulling my torso each time and then stomping the ground with each step she takes. The torture continues for me, I scream mindlessly, but the sick fuck is walking around the photograph’s room! Finally all my thrashing pays off and I break free from the grueling hold, but I never thought of the fact that I was suspended on her back six feet in the air. I dropped like a sack of bricks, landing on my already aching left shoulder and lay in a heap of pain not moving, the fall knocking the wind out of me and then some.
I lay on the ground, spread eagle, and pain was coursing through my broken body, having no clue how much more I could possibly take. Mistress seemed to think I could endure some more so the sick dominatrix latched onto my limp wrist and began pulling me off the ground. Once again I felt Mistress’s hand slid between my thighs, and she wasn’t gentle, my crotch again flared with pain. I found my self again hoisted up in the air, once more being held parallel with the ground. My hair lifelessly fell over my shoulders, and Mistress went downward, I had no idea her other knee was outstretched until my already damaged spine smashed down into her outstretched kneecap. Mistress’s knee connected squarely into the base of my aching back and by body jolted painfully in place.
Oh no! This sick fuck held me on her outstretched leg and her left arm found my chin. Evilly she began pushing backward bending my body grotesquely backward. Her right hand clamped down upon my aching crotch and tightly squeezed, her left hand pushing back on my chin. The pain was incredible, my back was aching but suddenly her fingers began squeezing my silky white thong, as I was held over her knee in an inverted U shape.
Flash! A painful and humiliating June was completed.
July
“Slave your pussy feels good!” She yelled as her fingers were grinding down upon my tender woman hood! I was wildly bucking, and thank God my sweaty body rolled off the monster’s knee. I crumpled to the ground, I didn’t even know what part of my abused body to hold, and I sobbed in agony.
“Ohhh you nasty Slave! You are going to pay!” Mistress hissed, and left hand flew up in the air and smacked down on my tight ass cheek eliciting a whimper of fear from my lips. The monster suddenly straddled my waist, pinning my chest down against the ground, and I groaned with her massive weight upon my aching spine. I wildly kicked out and fought to get out of the hellacious torment, but my struggles seemed to be for naught. The Mistress's free hand smacked my ass cheek once more, before she slid her hand down and snared the back of my sling shot thong.
“Dearrrr God…no! You wouldn’t EEEIIHHHH!!!”” I shriek mindlessly as the sick bitch violently pulled up on the tiny thong. My abused crotch exploded in pain, the sick woman snarled and sent another smack down upon my ass cheek, and again tugged backward on the thong.
“Louder Slave!” Mistress screamed and again yanked on the thinning white thong, burying it deeply in my sensitive slit. My crotch was burning and numb, another smack hit my ass cheek.
“Let me go! My god I’ll do anything!” I begged and pleaded, but Mistress paid my pleas no regard. The Dominatrix continued pulling and tugging like a maniac with her right hand stretching the material out, sending it deeper into my crotch. Her left hand smacked my ass again, but the pain my abused woman hood was forced to endure was intense. Again her hand yanked back, painfully stretching out the thong, I prayed the fucking thing would snap and end my torment. I jerked and bucked wildly, trying to break free, my tender ass taking another spanking. The sick bitch continued to pull and I desperately wondered how much more the material could take as it sliced apart my tender womanhood.
I finally got a break, the sick Dominatrix sliding of my back, but latching onto my left leg and bending it upward. I tried pushing off the ground and breaking free, but her meaty paw smacked my ass again.
Flash! July brought Fireworks
August
Mistress held tightly onto my stocking covered foot and slowly began pulling it under her arm, then reached down and grabbed my right leg. In seconds both of my ankles were held in her hands, the dominatrix hovers above my back. Pain instantly flares through my already aching back when Mistress begins pulling upward on her feet. My first instinct was to kick out, but her ironclad grip was holding my feet tightly, the bitch slowly prying my legs higher off the ground. Again, I scream in agony when Mistress begins lowering her weight downward, the pain intensifying beyond belief. Wildly, I tried to flex my thighs, but my body wouldn’t respond, Mistress continued tugging my legs higher in the air. I slapped the ground, for what ever that was worth, and shook my head sobbing.
“Beg me Slave…beg me not to break you!” Mistress yelled again lowering her weight downward, while pulling my legs upward. The pain seemed to grow, if possible, and my hair wildly whipped out side-to-side, strands covering my tear-streaked face as I couldn’t take the pain.
“Pleaseee...you’ll cripple me! I can’t take it!” I shrieked now violently pounding on the floor in pure pain. Panic filled my body as I realized I had no way to escape this horrific hold until the sick bitch let me go. I screamed again, hair still flaying about, but helpless as my legs were yanked upward again.
“You are faaaar from breaking Slave…don’t worry just yet!” Mistress taunted me, again rearing upward on my legs. That was definitely not reassuring to hear, and time seemed to come to a stop. All I felt was pain, and the tears that begin leaking from eyes, dribbling down my flushed cheeks. Mistress seemed hell bent on keeping me in this hold, the bitch laughing and taunting me again, “But don’t stop begging Slave…I want to hear you scream!”
“Ohhhhh it hurts sooo badddd!” I wailed as Mistress evilly reared upward bending my entire lower body like a pretzel, I actually felt my stomach leave the ground on the last tug. Mindlessly I continued to plead for release, and I have no sense of how long she held the crippling hold in place, but finally she releases the hold. I was writhing on the ground, but the massive woman had plans in mind and quickly grabbed the back of my stretched out thong.
The sling shot thong was yanked from behind, and the already thin material slid deep in my crotch. “OHHHHH my God!” I shrieked in pain as the material tightly buried itself in my aching crotch, and another tug upward instantly followed. I was in trouble, Mistress was now bouncing up and down, each time the sick dominatrix would yank the thong up, then let it go slack, and yank her arms upward, each time the material went deeper and deeper filling both of my sensitive slits. My hands were pawing at the material, but it was wedged to tightly for me to even get a grip, and another violent yank brought a scream from my quivering lips. Mistress tugged again and instantly the pain alleviated as my thong snapped.
“It burrrnnns!” I mindlessly mumbled, Mistress laughing again as I lay naked, save my sexy stockings. What the hell was happening to me now, I wondered in abject horror as the dominatrix slid down to the ground beside my. “Get away!” I shrieked as she slid her massive left thigh under my body, while I squirmed in place on the ground. Mistress’s other leg slid around my waist and then the steel thighs clamp in place around my stomach pinning me tightly in a body scissors hold. I’m flat on my back and wildly slam my fist on the ground as I can’t draw a breath, the dominatrix’s legs are like a vice squeezing me tightly. The pressure begins building and the pain that my back endured flares to life again, and I can feel my face turning bright red.
“I…I …I can’t bre…Can’t breath!” I gasp and writhe around while trapped between Mistress's legs of steel, my breath growing short and I can feel myself getting light headed. My heeled feet begin kicking out wildly as Mistress’s left hand suddenly latches onto my breast, oh no! Her finger’s tightening, and I pray that I can endure the forthcoming pain.
“No…Pleasesse!” I squeal in pain as the sick dominatrix’s fingers began squeezing down, my implant being squished in her meaty fingers. I quickly grabs onto her clenched knees trying desperately to pry herself free from the hold and take in some much needed air. Between the vice like body scissors and the bitch groping me, I can only scream, “Please Mistress…I beg you!”
Her hand suddenly left arm, and she hissed, “I love hearing you scream my name!” The sick bitch is still draped over me, with my left arm pinned to the ground and my wide open neatly shaved pussy visible to all.
Flash! August went out like a dud.
September
I sucked in air as the vice like thighs of steel left my midsection, leaving me light headed and wanting nothing more than to pass out. Mistress gave me about two seconds of recovery time, the dominatrix bent down latched onto my wrists. I was sprawled on my chest and I felt her fingers tighten around my wrists, my arms way to limp to try to fight back. Once both of my arms were behind me, the dominatrix slowly pulled upward, and the pain was instant. My left shoulder was already numb so it was worse on that side, but I was suddenly blind sided by the boot that blasted into the back of my skull. That seemed to double the pain as my upper body wanted to crumple forward, but Mistress still had my arms and never stopped pulling me backward.
My head violently slammed forward again as the boot stomped down hammering me from behind. My arms were ripped backward and I wailed in pure pain when Mistress trapped me in the Surfboard hold. My chest flew off the ground, Mistress ripping back on my arms and I begged her to stop, “I can’t take it!”
My breasts shook about my chest when I tried wiggling side to side, but that sent pain flaring throughout both of my shoulders. Not smart! Again I was screaming, both of my shoulders were burning, as my body was being ripped backward unnaturally. Mistress tightened her grip on my limp wrists and her boot again slammed into the back of my head. Spittle flew from my mouth and my face wanted to shoot forward, but the bitch held me in her grip. Mistress became violent, well even more violent, and began stomping her foot down into the back of my head. My hair was whipped about, my face jostling around, but I couldn’t move. It felt like I was getting whiplash from the abuse as my skull took another stomp. Any second now my shoulders would be dislocated I was sure of it.
Thank god! Finally Mistress let go of my arms breaking the hold, and I went face first into the ground, not even trying to slow the fall. My arms wouldn’t move, my shoulder’s burned, and I just lay on my chest in a heap of agony. Mistress slid her hands under my neck and violently reared back pulling up and again I was helpless. My upper torso was painfully pulled off the floor, my shapely legs kicked wildly to break free. Suddenly panic filled me as I felt meaty fingers pawing at my mouth. In seconds both of Mistress’s hands were inside of my wide-open mouth and the sick bitch began pulling her hands apart. I mindlessly screamed, and felt tears streaming from my eyes as the wild woman began ripping my mouth apart at the sides. I was growing desperate and tried to bite the Mistress’s invading digits but it was no use as her fat fingers were out of range of my teeth. Mistress pulled and tugged, yanking apart my mouth, and my feet pounded the floor but I could do little except shriek, my tender lips were being pulled apart by the second. All of my pearly whites were on display, and this crazy fucking bitch continued to try to rip my mouth apart. A shriek of agony echoed in the room, I still couldn't dislodge the fingers that were prying my mouth further apart by the second.
My back arched upward seductively, my heaving chest thrust outward, and I shrieked in agony, my mouth assaulted.
Flash! I’ll remain tight lipped about September
October
I shrieked, screamed, and begged and finally the sick fuck let me crumple to the ground. I felt my arms being lifted overhead, having no clue what was happening, oh fuck me…something was wrapping around my wrists. By the time I struggled it was to late, my wrists were tied together overhead. I prayed in silence, for in seconds Mistress had my broken torso slid over her knee so I was looking upward at her, my feet touching the ground, and my bound wrists hanging limply overhead resting on the ground. I had no idea what the sick fuck had planed, but suddenly I was scarred shitless as I felt fingers oh so slowly running over my freshly trimmed pubic mound.
“No…my God you wouldn’t!” I shrieked as Mistress’s fingers slowly worked through my short hair, then continuing oh so slowly running over my pussy. “You couldn’t…please this is sick you wouldn’t!” I begged widely.
“Slave I can and will!” she hissed, her hand continued running up and down over my still aching crotch. Mistress smiled and the sick bitch finally grabbed onto my pubic hairs and began twisting.
I shrieked, “No my God! No I beg you!” as the dominatrix began tightly pulling on my trimmed pubic patch. The pain was unbearable, and I sobbed like a baby when Mistress painfully ripped out a clump of hair! Pain exploded in my aching nether region, and frantically my hips bucked like they had a mind of their own. “No…no more!” I screamed, sliding my hips back and forth trying to stop the crazed dominatrix from attacking my aching and abused crotch. Mistress tossed the wad of my pubic hair to the side, reached in again and grabbed another small pinch of my short hair. My head whipped side to side, my arms strained against their restraint as this time Mistress began painfully pulling upward.
“That’s a good Slave, SCREAM!” My hips were thrusting upward wildly trying to ease the pain as she began pulling.
“Nooooo!!!!!” My ear-piercing shriek filled the air as the dominatrix plucked yet another small clump of my pubic hair free from her tender crotch. Mistress grabbed another handful and pulled but her sweaty fingers slipped off from my short hairs, but it still burned and I continued to beg and plead. Mistress’s next effort gave her a satisfactory result, and the dominatrix soon had another clump of hair in between her fingers. This time instead off ripping them out she began twisting and turning them painfully. I was wailing like a baby, the sick woman didn’t pluck out this handful, and instead she twisted and tweaked it, spinning it in circles.
My frantically bucking hips went back and forth, but that only seemed to do more harm than good. As my hips twisted to the right, another bald patch became visible in the middle of my once neatly manicured patch as Mistress held another clump of my short hair. Tears streamed from my eyes, I thought I would pass out, my body past broken. I continued doing the only thing I could and screeched mindlessly as my pubic hair was painfully ripped out by the clumps. I was too exhausted and out of breath to thrash any longer and just hung limply over her knee.
It took almost two agony filled minutes before Mistress had completely plucked my crotch bald, I was bound at the wrists, bent over her knee and sobbing like a baby.
Flash! October was horrifically behind me.
November
She slid me from her knee, and my sweat soaked wrists finally freed themselves of their bondage…to little to late. I was lying on my back, spread eagle when slowly, Mistress began running her hand over my swollen pussy lips. “This is sickkkk! MY GOD!” I screamed as my crotch was numb and I was mortified beyond embarrassment having no gas left in the tank when I felt Mistress’s fingers began to wiggle up inside my pussy. I couldn’t help it and a sexy moan quivered from my trembling lips when I felt two fingers plunge their way into my pussy. Mistress dumped me off her knee and with her two fingers still inside of my pussy the dominatrix slid her head over mine. I gasped as her face drew closer and closer and then her lips clamped down on mine. What the fuck was happening to me? My mouth was pried open by her invading tongue and she passionately began kissing me. Mistress’s left hand now had three finger’s inside of my suddenly damp pussy and I felt her right hand run up and down over my left breast, Mistress’s tongue was going wildly around the inside of my mouth. I was to beaten down to fight back, shocked that I felt my pussy getting so wet, my breast now lightly being fondled. My exquisite body was being violated and I couldn’t even fight back, Mistress’s three fingers prodding around inside my pussy.
Mistress’s left hand began working on my nipple, her tongue was sopping wet and she continued passionately kissing me. It took only seconds for my nipple to stand at attention, her fingertips twisting and tweaking the now rock hard numb. Her three fingers were soaking wet, pumping inside my crotch, her tongue seemingly keeping speed with her hand. After everything I was put through, Dear God, I felt myself getting turned on. The Dominatrix continued working around in my pussy, my legs quivering with excitement, my nipple still being gently tweaked.
“Eiiiiihhh” I suddenly shrieked as my rock hard nipple was violently pinched between her fingernails. The pain was unbearable as it felt like my nipple was sliced open, but the sick woman never stopped raking my tender tip between her nails, her tongue lodged deep in my mouth preventing any further screaming. By now Mistress had four fingers blasting away inside my dripping wet pussy, pumping her hand in a fast rhythm. Mistress’s right hand was now alternating between groping my left breast, squishing the meaty orb, and tweaking my nipple painfully. I fought the growing pleasure building in me as Mistress’s hand continued pumping faster and faster, Mistress’s tongue feverishly working around inside my mouth.
The sexual stimulation went on and on, I was getting hotter by the second, and I can’t believe it, but it wasn’t long before I felt the orgasm coming. Mistress’s fingers worked around inside my now dripping wet pussy, and I tried to fight the growing stimulation, but it felt ohhhh so good. Passionately, Mistress continued French kissing me, her fingers moving faster and faster inside of me.
A shudder rippled through my body, I was nearing orgasm. Mistress must have felt the quiver rock through my body, for he tongue left my mouth. I couldn’t fight it, I wanted to stay silent, but suddenly I yelled out, “Ooohhhh Gooddd…ohhhhhh Goooddddd…ohhhh yeaaaaaahhhhhhh!” and Mistress continued finger fucking me like a pro. Mistress’s hand was sopping wet, but continued to work inside my over stimulated pussy. I felt her lips touch down upon mine, so close to orgasm, but then suddenly Mistress violently bit down on my lower lip, and she evilly began raking her fingernails inside my pussy scratching and gouging around inside of my aching womanhood. It all came to a crashing halt, and I shrieked in agony, my lower lip painfully bitten and my labia was suddenly torn and scratched by fingernails. All of the pleasure I felt moments ago was gone in an instant as the fingernails brought a whole new level of pain. Mistress was still painfully biting on my lower lip, again stretching my tender mouth, and exposing all of my pearly white teeth in the process.
Her hand continued to wildly rip apart my dripping wet pussy, fingernails painfully damaging the tender flesh, and I lay on my back sobbing.
Flash! November had almost cum and gone!
December
Finally her hand left my dripping, aching, abused pussy and I was broken. I lay sobbing having no clue what else could possibly happen to me, but again I felt hands on my torso, and was flipped onto my chest. My right arm was pulled back and my heart sank when the metal cuff clicked around my wrist. The sick bitch grabbed my left arm, I tried fighting, I really did, but my limp left wrist was suddenly cuffed as well. Oh my God, my stomach dropped in fear, I was handcuffed with my hands now resting on my ass. In all my life I had never let anyone handcuff me…and this sick fuck violently tightened the cuffs biting painfully into my wrists.
I felt my left leg being bent upward off the ground, a rope or cord of some sort wrapping around my ankle a few times. The cord goes tight and my leg is bent at a 90-degree angle when Mistress begins tying the cord to my left wrist. I kicked my right leg, and that did no good for her meaty paw had little trouble restraining it in place. Around and around the cord tightened on my ankle, the sick bitch tying it to my right wrist. Another cord wrapped around my neck, my air supply was cut off as the material bit into my windpipe when she began pulling me off the ground.
I sobbed like a baby, broken, defeated and couldn’t move an inch, hands handcuffed together, feet tied to hands, and the cord around my neck was pulling my torso off the ground!
Flash! I have hit rock bottom in December!
Back Cover
Mistress bent down and sat next to me, “She wanted to know she set you up. I didn’t want to do this…she paid me…” I had no idea what the fuck she was talking about, I just struggled in place uselessly. “I didn’t want it to be this violent, this bad, this…this whole thing was a mistake, I needed the money…I have kids.” Suddenly I stopped thrashing for a second and listened. “I’m five months back on rent, no job…nothing…” The pause lingered on and on, it was thirty seconds before she continued. “She said she would pay me… Five thousand dollars! Five grand…do you know what I can do with that! The money…I have never done something like this…I couldn’t loose my kids! She planned everything, every shot, every single punch, hold…you name it, I barely had to improvise anything! She said you would know why she did this…I don’t know whatcha’ done to her…I didn’t ask…just took the money!”
She stood off the ground, I sobbed out, “Who…who the fuck payed you!” Mistress turned to me with a genuine look of horror on her face, starring at me…starring at me in sorrow? Time dragged on and I asked again. “Who…fucking who!”
Mistress walked to the back door of the studio, shook her head and whispered, “Joselyn”.
My head pounded, my heart sank. I cried again, and screamed…screamed and felt like throwing up. Joselyn! I shrieked her name. I was going to kill the fucking cxnt! Joselyn! I screamed again.
I quickly looked over at the photographer, the sick fuck was jerking off and I prayed to God he left me alone. I had no idea what the fuck to do, I could barely move an inch, every limb bound to a different part of my destroyed body. After rocking back and forth I managed to roll onto my back, my exposed front torso now facing the ceiling. I tried bending my legs inward, but the metal handcuffs tore into my wrists. Fuck. I was stuck helplessly and the sick photographer was moaning watching me struggling! Deathly afraid, I tried compacting my legs against my body and slide my hands under the ropes tied to the cuffs. It took about four attempts, and my shoulder’s felt like popping but I got my arms around my legs and at least had them in front of my body.
My ankles were still tied to the cuffs and my legs stuck straight in the air, my arms handcuffed together and now wrapped around my ankles, my crotch in plain display.
Flash! The back cover was bound!
The sick fuck took the shot with one finger on the camera, the other stroking his three inch little dick. I trashed in place and my moaning seemed to turn him on even more.
“Hello!” Someone’s voice from the front of the studio called out.
“My God SAVE ME!!!!!” I shrieked at the top of my lungs to the person I couldn’t see but continued to shriek, “Back here! HELP ME!” My lungs were going numb with screaming, and I watched as the sick fuck photographer quickly slid his dick in his pants and grabbed the camera. “Please helppppppp!” I shrieked out as a woman came through the front door just as the back door slammed shut, the photographer just getting out.
Hope everyone enjoyed!
Witness - Karsa Orlong
