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Subject: {ASSM} Olde N Breeds 6/?{Rusty Magill}(BDSM,Torture, Rape)
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Date: Wed, 01 Feb 2006 10:10:08 -0500
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Olde N Breeds 6/?{Rusty Magill}(BDSM,Torture, Rape)
    Alana and her half sister Brianna, looked to the locked door of the 
dungeon.  The bellowing from behind the door, loud and coarse of speech.  The elf 
stretched at the foot of the bed, a look of fear on his face.  For minutes no 
one said a word, just listening to the cursing in several different tongues.  
Alana, naked walked to the door and unlocks and unbolts the large wooden 
structure.  On well oiled hinges it swings open, to deafen the three with the 
vocalization of the dwarf.  Left in the dungeon with a chain attached to his ankle.  
  
    Alana, unties the male elf, as Brianna dresses quickly.  Alana then 
throws on a robe around her body and starts down the darkened stairs.  The dwarf is 
in the corner by the fireplace, a chain leading to his leg.  Alana walks 
along the wall to be out of reach.  Brianna the elf woman, cautiously watches the 
dwarf as she climbing down the steps, and reaching the last step from the 
bottom the elf woman, doesn't see the rope tied to the railing and pull up as she 
goes to make the last step.  She trips and falls against the wall and then 
sprawls to the floor.
    As she lays stunned the elf scampers over and wraps a length of his leg 
chain around her next.  Looking to Alana, he says, "girl go and chain your 
hands to the wall, be sure to snap them shut so I hear the click."  Alana looking 
at her half sister, sees her limp in the arms of the Dwarf.  The chain digging 
into the skin of her neck.  Finally deciding, she walks over to a wall and 
reaching up, snaps manacles on her wrist.  Secured to the wall, see watches the 
dwarf, who now looks down at the elf woman.  An evil look on his face, as he 
leans down and his lips press hard against those of the elfin female.  His 
tongue pushs into her mouth and a slobbering of lips mauling her mouth, causes 
moisture to coat her face as he pulls his mouth away.  Alana is sick with 
disgust, at the beauty of the woman's face, covered with the slime of the smelly 
dwarf.
    Though short of stature the dwarf is powerfully built.  Chain still 
around Brianna's neck the dwarf, holding her under the arms, pulls her across the 
floor, towards the wall with the rows of keys.
    A noise catches his attention, and looking up the stairs, he sees his elf 
friend at the top.  "Come down and get the key," he calls.  The elf hesitates 
at the top of the stairwell and then comes down and across the floor to the 
keyrack.  The dwarf points one out and the elf bring it to him.  Trying three, 
he finally succeeds in opening the lock.
    Free of his bonds, her unwraps the  chain from around the elf woman,  She 
is still unconscious from the fall.  The elf looks at her, but finds no bumps 
or swelling of her head.  The dwarf quite partial to the stocks, drags her 
body over to the stock and then with the help of the elfman, lifts her arms and 
head up to fit on the wood and then flips the top of the stock over, securing 
the woman with the flip of the latch.  Pulling her legs to the eyebolts in the 
floor, he attached a rope to each ankle.  
    Alana watching, tears in her eyes, as she sees her half sister, posed as 
she was the night before.  The dwarf pumps a bucket of water and throws it on 
the Brianna's head.  Sputtering with the cold wetness, her screams in 
frustration, as she finds herself locked in place.  To the right side as she looks, 
she sees Alana chained to a wall.  The ugly dwarf is staring at Brianna, a look 
of pure evil and glee in his eyes and smile.  A leer of knowing.
    Taking a whip from a table, he approaches Alana, and quickly swings at 
her legs and thighs.  The stinging on her legs and then thighs making  her shift 
her feet in place.  Taking a rope with a slipknot loop, he opens it and 
throws it at her feet.  Snapping his whip harder, she is finally forced to dance 
for him and when finally both feet land in the loop, he pulls the knot tight.  
Tieing the end of the rope to a beam, he has her secured in place, not able to 
use her feet.
    On a short ladder, he attaches leather straps to her wrists with rings 
and again a leather collar with rings around it.  Running ropes from each wrist 
to pulleys in the ceiling, he pulls her arms above her head.  Loosing the rope 
around her ankles, he pulls her body up till her feet are flat, touching the 
floor.  Carefully her secures a strap around each ankle and then runs a rope 
from each strap to an eyebolt in the floor.  Pulling one and then another 
ankle, till her legs are split shoulder width.  Again his whip cracks, snapping at 
the jiggley flesh of her ass cheeks.  A grunt of pain and whoosh of breath, as 
this barrage smacks the already striped flesh a bright red.  The soft skin, 
now hot to the touch.  His hand grabbing and twisting sometimes between the 
smacks.  Looking occasionally over to see the elfin woman watching.
    His whip now working across the womam's back, muscles straining, and then 
the softer flesh of her belly.  An occasional whimper escaping her lips.  Now 
on a stool, he work across her breasts, the small strands, striping the 
already sores nipples.  Standing hard and swollen, a direct flick on the end of the 
nipple, illiciting crys of pain and tears.  Rolling down her soft white 
cheeks, a contrast to the red of her body.  Tiring of this, the dwarf now on the 
floor, has a great height arrangement to his next target.  Flicking across the 
swollen lips, a steady moan, issuing from the barbarian woman.  A flick from in 
front and the tails fly into her valley, caressing the soft tissue with 
lightning flashes of pain.  Then walking around back and waiting and then, snap and 
the supple fingers of the whip, pry into the tunnel, uninvited guests.  The 
not knowing, the cry is now in response to the sound of the snap, before the 
bite of flesh.  
    Reaching between her legs from behind, the handle of the whip rubs 
between her lips, again betraying her with lubrication.  The slickness glazing the 
handle and then coating it as the dwarf shoves it deep up in Alana's pussy.  
Her legs clasp at the intruder; but after a few strokes is pulled free and then 
reversed and licking at the opening again.  Pain and pleasure mixed.  Where 
one starts and the other ends, maybe not important at this time.
    The dwarf laying down the whip, shoves an appartus across the dungeon 
floor.  Alana, hears the scrapping; but cannot see the approaching equipment.  
Then is slides between her legs.  Nothing fancy, it is a saw horse, with a 
trianglar piece running the length.  Only about two inches wide at the base and the 
angle at the top, rough rounded, the sides rough to the touch  It is obvious, 
that the half-elf woman has seen the use of this simple tool before, as her 
legs tense as the top of the triangle rubs against her swollen pussy lips.  
Spliting them.  Loosing the ropes holding the ankles spread, the woman pulls her 
feet close; but to no avail, as the dwarf hoists her till she is standing feet 
together on her tip toes.  Securing the ropes in place, the dward adjusts the 
saw horse till is is just spliting her pussy lips and centered under her.  
Then he slackens the arms enough to allow the woman to rest flat on her feet, if 
she desires.  Easing down on her toes, the rail splits her body, the weight 
pushing down onto the cross piece.  Quickly she takes the weight off her 
crotch. lifting on her toes again.  With her muscular legs, she should be able to 
sustain her body for awhile.  A finishing flourish on Alana, are a pair of 
nipple clamps, not real tight; but noticeable to focus on.
    Now the dwarf happy with his barbarian captive, turns his attention to 
the white haired elf woman.  He slides a stool and low table over to where his 
elf is bound to the stocks.  Not as easily walking under her bent body, he 
reaches up and gently rubs at her breasts, fingers caressing softly, circling the 
small round proturbances.  Nipples long and thick poking at the soft material 
of her tunic.  Tears in the woman's eyes as she feels her body responding to 
the Dwarf.  Knowing that his tender touch is just a fascade.
    Hand now sliding down her belly and stoking the smooth flesh, and then 
along the soft lean thighs, and then gently cupping and rubbing along the bottom 
of the elf's slit.  Her body betraying her, as her crotch grows warm and 
moist and then dampens her pants.  A soft sigh passes her lips, as a finger 
separates her outer lips and rubs along the inner valley.  Lips part with the 
insistance of his diget.  Then his thumb is rubbing at her clit.  Like a little 
finger, it bumps in the soft tight material, the bump larger as fingers stroke the 
organ.  A mew, like the voice of a contented kitten, escapes her lips.  A 
large smile splits the dwarf's face.  His beard matted and dirty.  The woman, 
moans for his attention.
    Reaching up to her tits again, his fingers rolls the turgid spongy flesh 
and caresses the soft mounds.  Belly flesh quivering with his touch.  Legs 
shaking as pleasure fills her loins.  Then.....the fingers queeze tight the 
swollen nipples and savagely twist them in circles and then tug at the flesh.  
Teeth clamp on the left nipple, tight.  A scream of pain, echos in the room.  
Hands reach up to the neck of her tunic and pull till it rips to her waist.  
Breasts spring free, but are firm to her chest.  Hands now grip the material of her 
waist band and parting the tie belt, tear the material from her hips, 
exposing her buttocks and pubes.  Hanging around her thighs the soft fabric, not 
functional.  Fingers now pull at her lips, pulling and twisting them apart.  Teeth 
still locked on her breast.  A long scream, as fingers push into her tunnel, 
a broken grimy fingernail raking across her clit. The pleasure quickly gone 
and replaced with pain and revulsion.  Gagging dryly in her throat, the elf 
tries to evade the poking prying fingers.
    Walking behind the woman, the dwarf shoves a wooden penis between her 
legs and pushes it deep into the moist tunnel.  At least her body did not dry up 
and make the penetration painful.  Long stokes of the hard cock, driving deep. 
 A moan and intakes of laborered breaths, trying to keep the organ from 
digging at the sides of her pussy walls.  Pushing it in till the woman screams in 
pain, the dwarf turns his attention to Alana.  But before leaving Brianna, he 
reaches under and puts clamps tight on her nipples and then, attachs one to the 
swollen clit.  A long scream, turning lower but lasting a long minute, drains 
the woman.
    Alana,  calf muscles tensing, is slowly sliding down onto the triangle, 
groaning in pain as the rough wood abraids her sore pussy lips and then her 
weight pushs down on the edge.  Tears pour from her eyes, legs shaking and trying 
to push up, but with no strength.  Her feet almost flat, trying to releive 
the pressure in her legs, while her crotch aches with intense pain, as the wood 
splits her body and sensitive tissue.  Each time she rests, she is able to 
push up on her toes for a shorter period of time, her tissue becoming rawer and 
rawer with the pressure.
    Reaching up the dwarf twist on the clamps, till her pulls them off of her 
nipples.  The room is filled with the sounds that the previous night did not 
offer.
    The beautiful sounds of women suffering, has caused the dwarf to have an 
immense hard on.  Walking over to the elf woman, he pulls down his pants and 
exposes his cock to her view.  A look of fear, fills the woman's eyes, as the 
monster grows bigger with her terror.  Walking around in back of the woman, her 
places the stool behind her.  She is lower to the ground then the barbarian 
woman.  Pulling strands of material out of his way the dwarf reaches under the 
woman and shoves his giant mushroomed head at the entrance of the elf's pussy. 
 The swollen lips, spread as the mushroom pushs at the entrance.  A hard 
thrust and the head enters the wet tunnel.  Groans of pain as each thrust moves it 
in a little further.  She is tighter then the barbarian, her slender thighs 
not a lot larger then the monster shaft.  The dwarf enjoying the tightness; but 
longing to push deep and bury his cock in this beautiful woman.  One who 
would not look at him ever as a partner in sex.  Now she was a partner and would 
receive a load of his seed deep in her velvety tunnel.  
    Slowly it sinks deeper and then the dwarf pushes hard, slamming her 
shoulder into the wood of the stock with a solid thunk.  His cock pulling out and 
pushing back in hard.  The tightness of this pussy, he can't remember feeling 
before.  His cock pushing the flesh out of his way and driving it deep and then 
the feel of it sucking at his cock as he pulls out.
The elf moaning, long and hard as the cock slams again and again into her 
pussy.  Finally, she feels the pleasure quick and she orgasms quickly, trying to 
squeeze at his cock, but the muscles feel like they can't squeeze.  The 
dwarve's balls and sack, slamming against her thighs.  Legs want to buckle; but the 
dwarf holds her waist tight with one hand and rubbing at her clit with the 
other.  The strokes a hard push and then a hard draw.   Finally, he can feel the 
cock swell with his need, the sperm boils up out of his balls and sprays the 
lining of the elf woman.  
    Already weak with the pounding, and the feeling of being split apart, the 
liquid squirting deep in her pussy, fills her up, and squeezes past his cock 
shaft and almost squirts out of her pussy.  Dripping onto the dwarve's balls 
and then unto her thighs.  Long strokes empty his sack.  And many strokes more 
till, his cock softens a little and he pulls out.
    Walking around to the elf, he tells her to clean his cock and balls.  The 
woman, refuses as he stands on a stool and pushs at her face.  Then the offer 
to release Alana from her present torture brings agreement.
    The elf woman licks at the monster cock, sucking the skum from the tip 
and the head and then sucking on his balls and sack, cleaning the slime from 
today and the previous night.  Her efforts strengthened the shaft of the monster 
cock, and true to his word, he raised Alana in the air and pulled the wooded 
horse from under her legs.  The inside of her thighs and cheeks and pussy and 
ass, red and likely bruised come another day.
    Lowering her she falls to her knees on the floor.  Rolling her over, he 
lies her flat on her back.  Unresisting, he pulls her arms down along her side 
and ties them from eyebolts past her feet.  Then with the help of a winch, 
tieing her ankles, he pulls them up over her torso and then a leg on either side 
of her head.  Securing the feet to eyebolts past her head. Screams of pain, 
turn to a long whimpering as the muscles abused on the wooden horse, now are 
stretched differently.
    Exposed is her asshole and pussy.  Totally vulnerable to attack and 
abuse.  The dwarf walks over to Brianna and retreives the wooden phallus that he 
had raped her with earlier.  Shoving it into her pussy, he lubed it well with 
her juices and his cum.  Walking over to Alana, her pushed at her pussy, shoving 
it in and working the juices thick around the shaft.  Then pulling it free, 
he inserted it at the entrance to her anus.  Slowly shoving as the moans freely 
escape her mouth.  The mushroom head is now wedged in her bowels.  Sticking 
obscenely in the air, the dwarf, positions himself over her heads up pussy and 
shoves the head of his cock into her pussy.  Leaning with his weight his cock 
shaft slides down into the tender tissue.  When he is buried, he pulls frees 
and then enters again, slides down the tunnel.  Again and again, a quicker 
easier slide each time.  Alana has lubed well, as pleasure again accompanies her 
pain.  Now as he slides in the wooden penis pushs deeper into her ass, until it 
is buried to the handle.  Then wood and flesh cocks push at the two holes.  
Stroke for stroke they pound at the flesh.  Alana can feel her orgasm and her 
body quakes and another quickly follows as the double penetration brings her to 
a third orgasm.  Her body feels like jelly; but the dwarf hard as ever and so 
the wooden phallus, pound deep in her womb and bowels.  Finally the wood 
buried deep, he shoves his cock squirting into her moist tunnel.  Again and again, 
pounding her back into the ground.  Finally pulling out his softening cock, 
the sperm flows down her swollen pussy lips and covers her face and mouth.  
Licking at the cum, the woman's tongue is a darting snake.  Again her body shakes 
with orgam.  The dwarf, observing his handiwork, is well pleased.  The start 
to another wonderful session. 
    
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