HARD BDSM that only POWERONEcould bring to you. The gymnastics coach and her five lovely team members accept a month-long trip to the tiny island of St. Helena to work with the small country’s team. They soon offend the Governor of the Island, finding themselves “killed” in a bus accident, in reality sent to the prison beneath the stadium where General Chernobog’s cruelty is only exceeded by the size of his foot-long, thick, black cock.
The girls are used for the amusement of the Governor, his friends and the General. No girl is spared from any perversion, torture or humiliation. Their young, tight, nubile bodies tortured in unimaginable ways until they willingly submit to the most perverse acts, the white Governor enjoying their screams of pain, the black General enjoying forcing them to take his immense organ in their tight, little holes. All of their holes. From the female sadist that takes the girls from pain to pleasure with electricity, to the men marring their virgin bodies with whips, knives, giant balloons, and monstrous dildoes, the pain making the girls into submissive sluts willing to do anything to spare them from any more pain. Yet nothing will stop the men from inflicting the most heinous acts on the girls, not even their submission.
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Yes, she was a natural redhead, a full flaming mane of red hair covering her mound, but the fine hairs could do little to hide the full, pouty lips of her cunt. In spite of her protests, Ravana was sure that it was her arousal that was glistening on the ends of her pubic hair. He will have more time to inspect her later when she will be more accommodating, but he wanted to see her ass first. Then the General could begin her punishment. “Turn around, Simone. I want to see that lovely ass.”
The General spun her around, his hands returning to find her naked ass cheeks. There were a few marks already on her body from the riding crops, but nothing compared to when they were through with her today. His finger traced along her sweat-drenched crack, feeling her muscles clench to keep him from her hidden treasures. Soon she won’t be able to defend her asshole; ropes would keep her open and spread for them to do as they pleased with all the orifices of her body. He slapped her ass, the sound ringing out in the room like a rifle shot. She jerked in pain, but her hands still stayed submissively at her sides.
“Teach her a lesson,” Ravana’s order punctuating the silence of the room. The men pounced on the naked Simone, pushing her to the floor as she struggled uselessly against the power of the soldiers. The General took his time tying her wrists, using a bright red rope to pin her wrists together, pulling the rope tight until the red rope was pushed deep into the skin of her wrists. He tied the end of the rope to the large, metal O-ring attached to the floor. The other soldiers stretched her body out on the floor, Simone still struggling, only incited their lust as her naked breasts bounced erotically on her chest.
They tied her wrists, her body pinned to the cold, damp floor, panicking when they tied the end of the rope to the ring in the floor. She hadn’t noticed the ring before, now noticing a lot of them spaced all over the floor. She knew she was in trouble when they stretched her body out, sure they would be spreading her legs soon enough, sure she would be raped. She saw another piece of rope, this one a thick, brown hemp, looking up to see it lowered from the ceiling, the gentle hum of a motor sending it slowly down until the General took the end of it.
“Hold her tight,” he ordered his soldiers. With her arms pinned, she couldn’t do much except flop around like a fish caught out of water. They held her legs, the General, taking the rope and encircling her ankle, the thick rope so much more than was necessary, except it would soon have to take all of her weight. He tied the knot twice, signaling his men to release her. Her legs kicked out at her captors, but they had already moved out of the way.
She couldn’t figure out what they were up to. Her arms were pinned tightly to the ring in the floor, but only one ankle was tied, the slack in the rope allowing her to kick at the men, but they cowardly scrambled out of the way. She looked up as the motor started up, seeing the large roller slowly spooling the rope up. She panicked, her ankle tied to the rope as she felt the slack coming out of the rope. “NO! NO! Don’t!” The rope drew tight, her body already stretched out. Are they going to string me up like a piece of meat? Then what would they do? She had already felt the sting of a riding crop. Her world began to turn upside, literally, as the rope continued to get curled up onto the large spool in the ceiling. It hurt when the slack went out of the rope, the rope digging deeper into the flesh of her ankle. The machine was unforgiving, not caring for her pain, only intent on dragging her leg up higher. Her one leg rose from the floor, slowly rising up from the floor, one foot then two, Simone raising up her other leg, flopping on her back, keeping her legs together to keep them from seeing her spread open obscenely. Both her legs were up off the floor, panicking as her ass lifted up higher, Simone struggling to keep her unsecured leg next to the other one, the muscles in her stomach straining in spite of her conditioning. Her back rose off the floor, her ass up high, Simone being strung upside down by a machine that continued without rest. Her hair fell back to the floor, her head rubbing along the floor as she was almost vertical now. The blood rushed to her head as she was pulled upside down. She groaned as the rope on her wrists continued to pull until she thought the ropes would cut through her wrists. Then suddenly it stopped; the room silent again, Simone looking back at everyone upside down. Her body swung slowly from side to side until she finally stopped. The blood rushed to her brain. She strained to keep her legs together, gravity trying hard to force the other one to the side and toward the floor.
“Such a lovely body. What should I use on it?” The General had them all laid out on the table. Whips, paddles, crops, slappers and canes. More than a dozen of them. When he finished with Simone, she would do anything to avoid another session with his toys, and he would show her all the perversities she would be required to perform. Yet it still wouldn’t stop him from enjoying torturing her body again and again. “I think the paddle for that lovely ass. Nice firm cheeks built for punishment.”
Ravana looked at Simone, her naked body glistening with sweat, her flaming red hair hanging down to the ground; she was an intoxicating sight, Ravana unable to contain his lust any longer. One of the girls came over and took his cock out, her slim, silky hand stroking it with a familiarity. He loved the look of fear in Simone’s eyes, her body swinging back and forth when the General gave her a gentle nudge, her hair brushing back and forth across the floor.
The General showed her the paddle, solid hardwood, about four inches wide and sixteen inches long. The handle was worn from use, but the metal studs that covered the paddle still glistened with newness, though some were stained with the blood of the last victim. The General swung it through the air; Simone in panic heard the powerful swoosh as it cut through the air. He let her naked body swing until her back was too him, holding her still then. He looked at her ass, unmarked for the last time, stepping back and swinging the paddle with ferocity, taking out his anger on the bitch. First there was the loud splat as the paddle hit both of her buttocks at one time.
“THTHTHWWAACK!” The rope creaked, her body jerking, pushed away by the powerful stroke. And then there was the inhuman scream that filled the room with Simone’s shrill cry of pain.
“EEEWWWWWW,” she cried out, the pain intense as the paddle slapped harshly across her ass cheeks, the pain ripping through her body as the studs dug deep into her flesh.
The General waited until her body stopped its frenzied shaking, Simone’s eyes wet with tears, her ass cheeks already showing where the studs burned deep dents in her flesh. “Ready, Simone,” he teased her. He swung the paddle again, this time catching her lower along her buttocks, the paddle ripping across her tightly clenched cheeks, never realizing that it only increased the pain, the muscles too tight to absorb the blow.
“GGGGHHHWWWW,” Simone screamed out, sure her ass was bleeding as her body jerked and swung back and forth. Her ass was on fire, crying out in pain. “NO MORE!” she begged.
“We’re just getting started, Simone. After the paddle, the General has much more; canes, floggers all to bring you such exquisite pain and for us, pleasure in hearing your screams. Continue, General.” His cock throbbed for release, but the young girl knew enough not to let him cum or she might just be the one to take Simone’s place.
