cgraven
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Mustafa savored the stunning little redhead twisted bucked and thrashed against her bounds as the gathered men relished her defilement as they took the most indecent liberties with her gorgeous young body. The hug ebony eunuch rolled Alice’s throbbing little clit beneath the pad of his finger her brought her the that dark abyss that promised the tormented little redhead the most unimagined pleasure, he let her taste it, let her almost grasp it before he cruelly denied her that carnal release that her supple young craved.
"Stupid girl."
Mustafa derided Alice as she was doused with a bucket of icy water cutting short any protest or pleading that she might make. An evil grin bowed Mustafa’s dark face as Alice moaned and gasped as she was caught between sinful pleasure and galling humiliation. Nothing in this chaste English beauty’s young life had prepared her to be publicly displayed in all her naked glory never mind having her chaste supple young body mauled by the coarse hands of this barbarians, as if her only worth was her stunning beauty, and youthful innocence.
Mustafa released Alice from her bounds; he dragged her to her feet by her silken copper tresses and then flung her his shoulder as if she were a rag doll. He carried her to the tent of the smith smell the smell of smoke, burnt charcoal, and sulfur filled the young girl’s nostrils. The heat from a very hot fire bathed her supple naked body, in a matter of moments her delicate skin shimmered in a fine sheen of sweat.
"The Master says to lock her collar and make it permanent."
Once again Mustafa grunted his command in his broken English before repeating the order in Arabic for the smith. Alice was forced to her knees; a leather cape was placed over her shoulder to protect her fair delicate skin. Mustafa fingers tightly entwined tin Alice’s tawny copper hair, he placed his knee in the small of her back bent her backward as the smith fused the lock of her slave collar
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Alice sobbed quietly knowing she had sealed her own fate.
Mustafa next dragged the sobbing beauty to yet another tent. A rod was placed across the young girl’s shoulders and her wrist tied to it. Her back was placed to the center pole of the tent. Mustafa forced Alice to squat nether kneeling or standing, the leash of her slave collar was then looped around the pole so she could not flee, he then placed beneath Alice’s pussy a huge dildo that was mounted on a base and just brushed her soft feminine folds.
“How long can you keep from impaling yourself on the Obsidian dildo Miss Grayson”
A wicked grin bowed his lips as several men came in and began to place bets on how long it would take for Alice to impale herself on the huge dildo.
"Stupid girl."
Mustafa derided Alice as she was doused with a bucket of icy water cutting short any protest or pleading that she might make. An evil grin bowed Mustafa’s dark face as Alice moaned and gasped as she was caught between sinful pleasure and galling humiliation. Nothing in this chaste English beauty’s young life had prepared her to be publicly displayed in all her naked glory never mind having her chaste supple young body mauled by the coarse hands of this barbarians, as if her only worth was her stunning beauty, and youthful innocence.
Mustafa released Alice from her bounds; he dragged her to her feet by her silken copper tresses and then flung her his shoulder as if she were a rag doll. He carried her to the tent of the smith smell the smell of smoke, burnt charcoal, and sulfur filled the young girl’s nostrils. The heat from a very hot fire bathed her supple naked body, in a matter of moments her delicate skin shimmered in a fine sheen of sweat.
"The Master says to lock her collar and make it permanent."
Once again Mustafa grunted his command in his broken English before repeating the order in Arabic for the smith. Alice was forced to her knees; a leather cape was placed over her shoulder to protect her fair delicate skin. Mustafa fingers tightly entwined tin Alice’s tawny copper hair, he placed his knee in the small of her back bent her backward as the smith fused the lock of her slave collar
http://i1217.photobucket.com/albums/dd399/cgraven/Story%20Illistrations/gimphp.jpg
Alice sobbed quietly knowing she had sealed her own fate.
Mustafa next dragged the sobbing beauty to yet another tent. A rod was placed across the young girl’s shoulders and her wrist tied to it. Her back was placed to the center pole of the tent. Mustafa forced Alice to squat nether kneeling or standing, the leash of her slave collar was then looped around the pole so she could not flee, he then placed beneath Alice’s pussy a huge dildo that was mounted on a base and just brushed her soft feminine folds.
“How long can you keep from impaling yourself on the Obsidian dildo Miss Grayson”
A wicked grin bowed his lips as several men came in and began to place bets on how long it would take for Alice to impale herself on the huge dildo.