Was in the early 90's when this kind of requests were first required as part of my services. It seems canning and whipping were not quite enough for some slaves anymore... hmmm... It always tickles my cruelest insides...

Anyhow it wasn´t the slaves themselves. Since I dont deal with individual slaves but rather couples, threesomes and groups, it is quite common to see a darker, far far more wicked soul is behind requests of this kind...

And it was in the early 90's that this particular lady came to the realm of dry thorny plants which i call my home. She was in her mid sixties, quite preserved, breasts and buns almosts as fine as my own. Disgustingly wealthy, terribly divorced and bored with her mild existence, her perved dark desires where translucent to this Mistress.

Martina, thats her, was more than anxious to bring her brand new aquisition, a troubled young piece with gigolo expectations, to my dungeon, to test her financial and perhaps sexual might over him as I gave him unspeakable pain.

I had given and thought quite cruel tortures to willing slaves in my early years... but Martina's ideas for this boy were quite daring to me. Well... it took this wicked soul a few minutes to accomodate.. Ha ha.. as if...

Martina came to the dungeon as usual, but i wouldnt make it easy on her flesh to watch this as a Mistress, that pleasure is only for myself and she knows it for sure. Spread nude in the rough wooden cross I allowed her to see, her gag was not there just for me to listen to her moans... of sure pleasure. The star of this evening was the lovely David, her 19 yo bedmate. Can i say i was delighted with this particular piece of male specimen. Lucky bitch! my own guts said, as my arm used all its might to can his low back and naked bottom with a thin fresh willow branch.

The strawberry blonde boy skin was a yummy pinkish white, that kind which you look hard and gets red or bruised. I was in excelent mood for this task! After lusciously getting some blood from his 30 minute canning, I tied both his legs and arms to the cement column in the middle of my room. One of the main targets of our wicked perversion was fully engorded with young blood. It was standing straight 90 degrees from his body, giving quick adolescent jumps as i moved the heavy oak table under it. I couldnt help feeling his tight swimmer's frame with my burning hands... It would be good... so good for me. My nipples... hard as steel, trying to escape my black leather top as if with will of their own.

It would be so pleasurable, as she had promised, to wreck this young manhood in a single session. To hear his bare screaming at loud... horrible, futile, unhuman.. hmmm..

I had trained Tormenta, my brand new four-month kitty to promptly respond to quick object motion. My poor old setter's tail had suffered some since Tormy came home! Can you imagine??

Tormenta's claws where those of the young kittens, sharp and very thin. My first silent orgasm came when I placed her on the old oak table. The implications were so terrible!!! Even after giving the kid penis a nice rub with codfish oil and tying it tightly by the base i didnt know how it would work for sure.

Attracted by the oil Tormenta came closer to the vulnerable flesh tube, hipnotized by the smell of it. Amazing... pussy watering! It was there, tied, shiny and bulging as hell. The deep blue veins portruding. I must say i love the look of uncut blonde men cocks, they look so smooth and vulnerable. As i made it jerk and strike the table repeatedly, Tormenta's claws came to play.

At first I wanted the couple to just watch this, so I moved the young man tube out of her reach with quick reflexes. But after getting tired of so much expectation, i allowed her to aim.

And then it began! The first blows came to David's foreskin covered arrowhead-shaped cockhead. Such sharp claws could only cut the skin after a few well aimed blows. Ohhh.. and they did!! As some blood started to be extracted by this wicked game, my ovaries trembled with anxiety. More i wanted! More i searched! So exposing the purple bloated glans was my next step. His crying was still low tone and manly, ha ha ha... really??? let's see now...

And quick jerking of the cock tempting her reflexes made this an incredible sight! Blood was drawn heavily out of it as she inflicted deep cuts with her kitten claws. Those on the helmet ridge where more painfull and horrible since the curved claws often got stuck in the tight tissue. She was getting bored and more bold, i was getting hornier and bolder as well, so next step i punched Tormy's nose with the cockpiece and that made it. Angry now with this bloody intruder she sunk her teeth on the teenage flesh and as seen, the shaft was now the target, more blood drawn as the thin skin and then those heavy veins where ripped from the penis. Amazing to behold, multiorgasmic madness in my leather outfit. Martina's privileged viewpoint also offered me her orgasmic screams and shouts for more as she laughed, wickedly, in her cross... dildo embedded...

All this, so much pleasure for us both... as the young once strong beauty of this young man cock, now unconscious, was being attacked by such small harmfull creature.

Tormenta's animal instinct failed on her as she began feeding on this cock with so much exposed inner tissue. My own wicked femme instinct betrayed me as I couldnt stop fingering my bloated lips to a wild and evil orgasm... Hmmm....

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MissK.-