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“This will burn for one hour” he told her, “and the wax will drip over your arse and between your legs until it is done.” With that he leant over her back and forced the plug brutally into her, lit the candle, and ambled back to the house. He left her for the hour, while hot wax fell at random intervals onto her already burning cheeks and ran down the lips of her cunt to burn her most tender places. Elena wept until she had no more tears and she collapsed exhausted, her thighs and buttocks quivering from time to time as a drop of wax landed. When the candle had burned away completely Dmitri returned and squatted before her to cup her face in his huge hands. “Fetch Jarl” he called out to Alexandra before pressing his lips briefly to Elena’s sweating forehead. “I demand abject servitude and total abasement.” he told her “You must give yourself as completely to Jarl as to me, or to anyone or anything I choose to set upon you“. “Jarl?” she ventured. “Jarl is my pure-breed Molossian - the local wolfhounds proved impossible to train. He will fuck you harder than any man or woman has ever fucked you before. Or you may refuse and leave me now, never to return”. “I am yours” Elena panted and a shiver of wanton excitement seized her body, “defile me, I beg you”. She ran the tip of her tongue along her upper lip, moaning in excitement at her own shamelessness. Dmitri granted her a curt nod of the head to express his satisfaction. Alexandra brought Jarl from the house by his collar and he caught the scent of arousal immediately, pulling free to dart his snout wetly towards Elena’s gaping lips. She spread her real amateur knees further apart and pulled her burning cheeks open to welcome the dog’s slavering tongue. Her bold gaze never shifted from Dmitri’s deep black eyes and she panted faster and faster into his face. Jarl’s claws raked down her back and she groaned, raising her hips to reach a hand blindly between her legs and guide its cock into her cunt. Her fleshy hips bucked under the hound’s pounding assault but her breasts were still nailed fast and her head was held immobile in Dmitri’s strong hands. He stared into her brown eyes and looked into her soul, watching her dissolve into trembling, sobbing depravity amateur – a slave to the brutal rod inside her and the solid knot hammering at her pubes. She howled in helpless paroxysms until Jarl suddenly jumped off and wandered away, leaving desi her gasping and jabbering under her breath. Lying prostrate in the grass Elena sighed as Alexandra’s deft fingers worked antiseptic cream into her bruises and bleeding wounds. Gingerly and stiffly she pulled on her leathers and made her way to the motorcycle. “You will return next Sunday” Alexandra called after her “for the same treatment”. “And for many weeks that was exactly what Elena did. Then, for about eighteen months there was no sign of her at our farmhouse. This was the year of the evenements; Grigori was released when the last president emptied the prisons and he introduced me to Andrei, Pierre and Leon. We shared Alexandra and our various slaves and adventuresses freely. So, the whole group happened to be gathered together at the farmhouse tormenting a weeping blonde when Elena rode back into the yard. She pulled off her helmet and walked straight through the farmhouse door”. The men had all spent into the blonde guest once and were resting. They stood smoking cigars above her shaking, bloodied body and looked around casually to see the motorcycle girl who had disturbed them. “Why, it is Elena - the runaway returns! What shall I do with her now?” asked Dmitri of the group in general “It should be something harsh”. “Why not ask her to choose her own punishment?” suggested Pierre. “She knows how much she can take without causing suspicion. Just order her to beg for as indian much as possible”. He dropped a hand to the blonde’s tear-stained face to have her suck on his fingers. The others grunted their approval. Dmitri smiled with his mouth. “So, what would you have done to you, Elena?” he asked. “Kill me” she said, looking him boldly in the eye. James wasted no time in taking one of her hard nipples into his mouth, suckling it and biting lightly on it, desi drawing a few drops of blood with his pointed teeth. "No. I need you to take one of the ships. She stood up and dropped her damp little panties on the real amateur floor. If he is not available you are to find another manager and perform for him. In fact, she would be happy to serve Master if she never saw Alex ever again." He laid heavily on top of me, his chest pressing into my bruised nipples. Arleen stormed. I was in 7th heaven when another man spread my ass cheeks apart and was feeling the area around my asshole. My legs were twitched indian and my head was spinning. Martin shrugged and waved his hand, "I wasn't even paying attention...I think its some kind of medical drama? He looks sad again. Summer laughed out loud. Does anyone have any ideas?" The reason for 6 is because there is so much meat that they will be working in pairs. Even as she was fighting the urge to vomit as amateur her tongue swabbed down the cock in her mouth she felt her master’s being shoved up her ass. Diann and Angela discovered our life style, did a lot of on line research about Master/slave relationships, and have been asking about a slaves responsible to a Master. Both things. Her cherry popped.