“I bet she was thrown out to be a slut,” purred a red haired female, sliding as much as her. “We must see. I am certain she is soaked.” Murmurs of agreement circled the team and she felt her Master’s fingers dance along her shaved pussy and plunge deep inside her. He held up 2 fingers that dripped with her decadent wetness. Cheers erupted from the number as she hung in the middle of the home, fighting in the bonds of her. The white haired female quickly leaned in to the angel’s ear and whispered loudly, so that every one might hear, “I told you she was a slut.” The red haired female ran the tongue of her along the fallen one’s ear and also she jerked away. The white head got a couple of her blonde tresses, and also sneered, “None of that, fallen one.” She watched her Master hand the red top a black leather hood. She shook her head violently, no no no!! The white head snickered and also understood her hair unmercifully tight. She sensed 2 hands pull the locks of her into a sleek ponytail and after that keep the mind of her still. The female and most of the party guests vanished from sight as the hood was pulled over the head of her. Generally there were openings for the ears of her, nose mouth along with 1 in the pinnacle with the ponytail. She experienced the lacings pulled snuggly and also tied secure. She trembled. She was at the mercy of theirs. Gagged, blinded, and also bound. Her thighs and legs have been sticky from the torture up to now.

“Nadine, which was lovely,” she noticed her Master say. “There are a couple of additional points remaining to add before we bring anything away.” She was confused, not understanding what he might mean. She sensed slender fingers dancing over her soaked lips. Slowly they invaded her, managing to brush past her clit.

Relish The Pain

“Hmmmm, she is soaked, David. And her clit is becoming really hard,” an additional female voice said. The fingers moved slowly in and from her, leading to the hips of her to immediately grind down on them. She noticed the whoosh of air as a hand swatted the ass of her. She bit down on the gag, relishing the pain.

“Not yet, slut. No, certainly not just yet. Mistress Katrina is just warming you up.” The fingers pulled away, very much to her heated disappointment. After that , she experienced a medium sized vibrator thrusted in the location of theirs. She arched against the bonds of her, screaming beneath the gag. It was left turned on low, the vibrations stirring the base instincts of her. The slender hands went to work on the clitoris of her, rubbing, pinching, flicking it until it was rock hard. One other pair of hands, rougher, larger, began performing exactly the same to the nipples of her. She rocked contrary to the vibrator, and then really feel the hand across her bottom once again. As the nipples of her and also clit grew more and harder erect, she experienced clamps simultaneously bite down. She screamed again. She experienced the chain connecting the 3 clamps contrary to the unfilled skin of the belly of her. Someone hooked the band in the clamp chain to the ring in the collar of her. If she had been moving the head of her back, the clamps would drag, triggering brutal pain to shoot through the body of her. She next felt the arms of her and lower limbs being stretched further as the chains had been tightened. She experienced her legs start lifting from the floor, until just her feet have been touching the ground.

“She looks very beautiful, David,” she noticed a gentleman say. She did not understand how she looked. On tiptoe, hooded, gagged, suspended spread eagle, a vibrator in her quivering in, clamped, and vagina white. She experienced a hand caress the bare bottom of her and progress the back of her. The fingers touched the wings of her, she sensed convenience for a moment. Well then she experienced icy metal, thin steel adopting the hand. It’d to be a knife. They intended to cut off of the wings of her. She attempted to protest, but the moment she shook the head of her, pain seared from the clamps being pulled.

Fallen angels don’t have wings

“Fallen angels don’t have wings,” her Master whispered to her. “You,” he hissed, “do not deserve the wings of yours, slut.” She experienced the blade slice through the thin leather straps. He made it happen gradually, making her suffer for the discomfort of the damage. She whimpered throughout the gag. He sliced the second strap and also she screamed as the wings fell on the floor. Although they had been only a prop, she genuinely felt she’d dropped an appendage. She trembled, struggling to help keep the neck of her from taking the clamps. “It is time that this fallen angel, this particular slut be punished for what she’s done.”

The vibrator was switched up to medium, sending her into uncontrol able quaking. She squeezed it tight, moaning. She knew she couldn’t orgasm, no matter exactly how poorly she wanted until. She’d to hold back until her Master permitted her that privilege’s.

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