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Subject: {ASSM} Olde n Breeds 7/7 {Rusty Magill}(Torture, BDSM, Rape)
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Date: Wed, 01 Feb 2006 11:10:04 -0500
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Olde n Breeds 7/7 {Rusty Magill}(Torture, BDSM, Rape)
    The grating sound in the corner of the dungeon, captures the attention of 
the dwarf and Alana.  No one is in that section of the large darkened room.  
Briana hangs limp and sore, not paying attention to the sounds.  The noise 
much louder, and then a darker blotch of wall  forms and then slowly swings open. 
 A towering hulk, steps from the darkness, and a look of pure terror, 
wreathes the dwarve's face.  Patric, tall and wide fills the open wall area, and then 
strides forward, quickly grasping the dwarf by hair, as he turns to run for 
the stairs.  The stubbly legs swing in mid-air as his feet are now suspended a 
foot above the floor.
    Lifting the dwarf, Patric carries him over to the table with straps and 
placing him face down, quickly secures his arms and legs to the table.  The 
dwarf shakes, pulling at the bindings.  Walking over to Alana, contorted on the 
floor, Patric looks down, at the reddening pussy, oozing the dwarf's cum, and 
the strings of white lacing her face.  As she looks up into his eyes, her body 
shakes and the wooden phallus, waves in the air.  Pulling it slowly from her 
asshole, he moves it in and out a couple of strokes and then draws it 
completely from her gapping hole.
    Walking over to the dwarf, Patric spits on the crack of the dwarve's ass 
and then rubbing the wood in the spittle, shoves at the puckered hole of the 
dwarf.  Slowly, long moans of agony escaping from the dwarf, as the wood is 
swallowed deep in his bowels.  The dwarve's cock swells, under his body and 
pushes down between his legs.  The ball sack is lifted between his thighs as the 
thick sausage reaches towards his spread knees.
    Patric walks over to a table against a wall and lifts a long poker that 
he carries over to the fireplace.  Setting it in a stand in front of the 
fireplace, he turns it and then lifting it spits on the white hot metal.  A hiss of 
steam, is the signal that it is ready.  Walking to the dwarve, the poker or 
branding rod is lifted for the dwarf to see.  An intricate symbol is etched at 
the tip,  the sign of Patric's clan.
    Hand clamping the the dwarf on the left thigh, he lowers the brand till 
the heat burns the hair on the dwarf's leg, a scream announcing that the brand 
has meet flesh, an then the smell of burnt flesh.  The dwarf contorted, now 
curses in his harsh tongue.  A red spot of flesh and the symbol bright, even in 
the dimness of the room.  The dwarf moaning, Patric walks away and puts the 
poker in the holder again.
    Briana, head crooked to the side, observes the dwarf on the table, and 
Patric walking over to her.  Taking a water skin, he wets her lips and pours 
water over her head and hair.  Driplets of water shimmer down her long silvery 
strands.  Walking over to Alana, he pours the water, washing her pussy and face 
with cold liquid.  Her body shivers with the coldness, nipples hard.  Goose 
bumps across her shoulders and stomach.  Undoing her bonds he lifts her into his 
arms and his lips tenderly kiss hers.  Carrying her to the wall, he lifts her 
arms and secures them above her head, back to the wall.
    Walking over to Briana, he lifts her head and his lips push at her lips, 
parting them and then his tongue pushes deep into her mouth.  Her eyes are 
startled and then soften with his probing tongue.  Now Patric walks around to the 
back of the stocks, pulling off his vest and loincloth.  As they fall to the 
floor, his rampant shaft waves in the air, long and thick and hard.  Moving 
close behind the elf woman, his hands reach around her waist and cup her small 
breasts.  The fingers rubbing and teasing the nipples till they push out hard 
and rubbery.  Like fingertips.  His cock is pulsing between her thighs, 
slapping against the woman's lips.  A strain in her thighs as she tries to pull away 
from the hot flesh.  His legs flexed, his shaft, is hard between her lips, now 
swelling and grasping at the rigid tube.
    Pulling back, and then arcing forward and upward, his cock head, pushes 
between the hot moist lips.  Pushing slowly up into her tunnel, the sides 
grasping it like a velvety glove.  A long moan, escapes her lips, as inch after 
thick inch, is swallowed in her hole.  On tiptoes, she is lifted into the air, as 
the cock goes deeper and higher.  Filled to overflowing the elf, screams as 
the barbarians fingers massage the aroused clit.  Rubbing and pinching and 
stroking the sensitive flesh.  Oooooohhhhhhh.  A long drawn out moan, as the shaft 
slowly pulls back from her tunnel.  Her hips pushing back to try to keep the 
hard meat in her pussy.  
    Her tunnel is moist and oozing, as the long shaft pushes deep again and 
then slowly pulls free, till the mushroom head pops clear.  Then easily the 
shaft slides deep again and again.  A tremor of sound, a low keen of energy, 
escapes her mouth.  Her thighs shake, as the strokes speed up and push the walls 
of her pussy wide.  Grasping as best her jellylike body can, she orgasms and 
then the hard cock, still pushing at her flesh, brings her to another and then 
another.  Her nostrils are flared and shorts exhales of breath, as her body 
shakes uncontrollably.  As Patric pulls free, the feeling of loss, wrenches a 
long cry from her lips.
    Patric walks over to where Alana, watches.  Leaning into her his lips 
caress hers.  Then his tongue slides between her lips and duels with her mouth.  
Tongue tips touching and then pushing, first in one mouth and then another.  
Patric, reaches forward with his muscled arms, and grasping at Alana's thighs, 
lifts her hips to his.  Legs wrap around his waist, as his still hard cock, 
buries deep into Alana's hairless pussy.  Supporting her weight, he thrusts 
against the wall, Alana's back against the cool surface.  Impaled on the hard 
spike of flesh.  Long hard thrusts, push the cock deep into the warm tunnel, and 
then pulling back, her legs allow the cock to slide to the entrance of her 
tunnel.  Again and again the flesh slaps, the swish of wet flesh and the heavy 
slurping of greedy mouths the only sounds.  Alana's eyes looking hard into 
Patric's as they again and again, fill her sweet pussy.  Crammed with the thick 
meat, Patric reaches between them and rubs the swollen clit.  Taking his mouth 
from hers, his lips suck at the juncture of neck and shoulder, and a long loud 
moan of pleasure is his reward.  Pussy grasping at his flesh, milking the long 
teat of his manhood.  
    Alana's heavy breasts mashed between their chests, nipples pushing into 
Patric's chest.  Fingers squeezing the sensitive flesh not now hidden in the 
folds of her softness.  Alana's body shakes with her orgasm as long hot spurts 
of sperm empty into her tunnel.  Hot splashes of cum, forced out of her pussy 
and coating the genital mounds.  Hard shooting stroke after another, milked 
from the long thick cock.
    Finally, suspended against the wall, the waves of pleasure subside and 
tongues again meet, greedily.  Gently, pulling the encircling legs free, Patric 
slides his tongue and mouth, down over Alana's breasts and succulent nipples 
and then down across her stomach, sucking at her belly and then dining on her 
swollen clit.  Teasing it with his lips and tongue.  Sucking it into his hot 
mouth.  Legs now cradled on his shoulders, as his tongue, delves deep into her 
dripping pussy.  Smelling the heady aroma of arousal, the tongue no match for 
the hard cock, licks the coating of the swollen lips.  A long moan, the reward 
for the adoration of mouth and tongue.  Thighs tighten and squeeze at Patric's 
head.  Hips shake as another orgasm explodes in Alana's body.  Tongue and 
mouth greedily sucking at the juices.
    Lifting Alana up, Patric unhooks her arms and then cradling her and 
guiding her along, they walk to the stocks and Patric, lifts the wood off of 
Briana's head and arms.  Beckoning to the elf man in the corner, Patric bades him to 
see to the elf woman.  Then Alana and Patric, climb the stairs and bolting 
the dungeon door, retire to the comfort of their bed.
    The dungeon and the elf woman's revenge, a story for another time, maybe.
       
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