Slavekill He puts his hand on her chest, just above her fat, creamy, milkwhite, fat rednippled boobs and pushes her back against the wooden column. He pushes her gently but forcefully, her emerald green eyes downcast, her teased blonde hair in wispy strands. She smells clean. She has bathed and prepared herself for him. Her skin is smooth and pale and she is curvaceous almost plump with plenty of flesh on her. As her back comes up against the rough wood he feels the resistance of her warm nude body. The top of her rib-cage. Her warm silky flesh. He sees the throbbing pulse of her heart in her long slender white neck. "Hands behind you," he says softly. She obeys instantly reaching back to clasp her hands together behind the post. He takes the rope and binds her at the wrists, tightly, very very tightly, palms of her hands forced together, long-scarlet-nailed fingers interlaced. After winding about the wrist four times he circles the rope between the wrists cinching then knotting the cord. "Spread..." He watches her pretty feet move apart on the cold stone floor. She has small white perfectly-formed feet and the toenails are painted fire-engine red. "Wider..." She does exactly as she is told... "As wide as you can go... "... exactly, until her legs are a wide V topped by the sparse blonde curls of her pussy mound. He takes a spreader bar and after adjusting the cuffs to the distance of her spread legs he traps each slim ankle (handling her firm strong calves as he does so) in the tight leather grip and buckles the cuffs shut. The final rope strand he winds around her throat, five times, going around the column behind her then pulling it tight in a cruel chokehold that makes her face flush slightly and her breath quicken. Stepping away from her he looks at his slavewoman. He has not tortured her for almost a month now but still there are faint marks on her, fading bruises and welts. And of course there is the indelible remain of his branding iron, the single word CUNTSLAVE burned forever into her lower belly, just above her mons. His cock surges at the memory of the hot steel pushing into her lovely white skin, leaving it singed and smouldering, and her shrill cry of agony echoing in the ruined emptiness of the abandoned warehouse. As always he stands naked before her. It is always best like this. To vent the primal fury upon her, to feel like a savage animal finally unleashed from all the trappings of morality and society... always best to be nude, his strong, well-exercised male body towering over his weak and defenseless prey, his cock hard and upright like a battering ram. "Look at me," he commands. As she does so and barely an instant before her beautiful big green eyes have focused on his he slaps her hard across her cheek, catching her by surprise and turning her head. The rope around her neck clutches tightly against the sudden movement and she gasps. He steps up to her, his hands up above her head on the column, and he kisses her soft full lips, tasting her lipstick, sucking her tongue into his mouth. Then, leaning back he slaps her again in the opposite direction. Again he moves up against her, pushes her against the pole, crushes her against it as he passionately devours her lips in his, his cock pressed against her warm branded belly. And once more, a step back and a crude loud slappp!! across his bitch's pretty face. Her eyes pressed shut with the pain of his blow then open slightly as again his lips close over her mouth hungrily and she moans and he can sense her heartbeat now fast and her strong hips twitching as her pussy lubricates. Because she likes to be slapped. She likes to be beaten. And so he hits her again, harder, giving her what she craves, what she deserves: a loud reverberant open-handed slap that makes her whimper, the whimper drowned in his mouth as he smears his lips on hers now driving his fist into her soft white belly, her breath exhaled in a burst into his mouth as he bites her, steps back to punch her big tits, winding her, slapping her now back and forth at a faster pace, moving in to kiss her every three or four blows, in and out, attacking and retreating enjoying her anguish. He breathes deeply to retain control fighting the urge to beat the living shit out of her. But it is difficult because it is she who comes looking for it. Its in her eyes now as he slaps her. And after each slap her eyes come back to him with that beggarly pleading look. Goddamn bitch! She wants it! She needs it! With all his strength he rams his fist into his slavewoman's cuntmound. "GGhhhannnghhhhh!!" she groans trying to bend forward, choking on the rope around her neck, her breath coming in desperate audible bursts then slowly subsiding as her eyes come back up to him from the floor... a slow smile spreading her lips from which a thin line of blood trickles... "uh... I... I l-love y-you... m-master..." she moans looking at him. "Do you?" he growls fighting the urge to kick her teeth in... "Do you REALLY?" "... mm-hmm... ohh... yess... yess... I l-love y-you so much..." In the last year he has taken this slave to the limits of endurance. He has caned, and spanked, and flogged her. He has watched her be ravaged by six rough men at one time. He has made her offer herself to filthy homeless drunks and drug-addicts in alleyways and crackhouses. He has watched her get in a muddy corral with huge slimy pigs and fuck and suck the beasts for his pleasure. And over and over he has listened to her proclaim her love for him, listened and reveled in her abject submission to his every whim. Even as he drove the branding iron into her tender pliant flesh she'd screamed her love for him, her absolute, unflinching, unquestioning devotion. "M-master?" she stammers now, fearfully, her beautiful eyes searching for his. "Yes, cunt," he replies not even looking at her. Looking off to one side as she speaks. "M-master... m-may I... may I eat y-your shit...?" His eyes come back to her. "What makes you think you're worthy of such an honor?" She looks down at the floor defeated by his stern and cold gaze. "You're right, s-sir... I forgot myself... I b-beg your forgiveness..." He lifts her face back to his by her chin, the blood trickle from her mouth warm on his fingers. "If that is indeed what you wish you will have to earn it." She looks back up at him serenely. "It is what I wish, master..." "Are you willing to die for it?" His dark eyes are almost black. She is lost in them. "I... y-yess... Yes, Master... I am willing to die for you. I am willing to die for the honor of receiving your excrement..." He presses himself against her again into her warm white flesh and the clean smell of her. "You are the most beautiful slave... "he whispers in her ear. "I have never had a slave like you and probably never will again..." He kisses her tenderly now while in his heart he feels only savage hatred for her and the hunger for her destruction. The opposition of tenderness and vile bloodlust surge in him like a fire. He moves back from her suddenly leaving her open-mouthed, still kissing the air. "First I want to punish you," he tells her bluntly. "Yes, master," she replies her eyes again downcast. "You must suffer terribly before I give you what you wish... terribly..." "Yes, master... I am yours... I am here for you..." she replies, never looking up at him. Her voice is full of resignation. He goes to the rack on the wall. Takes the long black knotted leather lash down, grips it tightly, its heavy reptilian tail dragging across the floor as he moves back to stand some five feet from her. "I want you to count, slut..." he grunts hoarsely. She can hear the violence in his voice and a quiver of anticipation courses through her. "Y-yes, master..." she replies still looking humbly downward. She hears the whip slither. She hears his bare feet move across the floor. Through the broken glass panes on the opposite side of the room the late afternoon light behind him casts his shadow across her. She is in his darkness now and his arm is raised to strike. The sting of the whip is always a thousand times worse than her imaginings. It is a white-hot blistering flash across her meaty thighs! "AHHHH!... O-one..." She sees his shadow on the floor as he raises the whip again, her eyes never looking up. It cuts across her thighs just below the previous blow thudding into her. "Uhhhhh... Two..." The sound of it as it comes for her is like steam from a blowoff valve, the slash explosive. "Ahh-ghhh! Threee..." He watches her bounce slightly to each stroke, spread legs twitching. "Ohhhhh... Fourrr..." He waits for the next cut, watches, stalks her, waits for the sensation to subside. Then swings! Catches her across her lower belly making her pull against her throat rope, against her bound wrists. "Ooowwhhhh!... F-fi-five..." Doesn't wait now. Swings faster... six... seven and eight... He has not ventured any blows higher than the middle of her body or lower than her knees. Nine... Ten... Eleven... Across her right thigh, making the whiptail wrap itself around the juicy limb, leaving deep scarlet slashmarks that will soon turn dark blue almost purple. "Aawwhhhhhh! TWELVE!" across the left thigh harshly! Thirteen! Fourteen! Fifteen! Sixteen! Seventeen! Harder and harder! Her voice climbing toward the high octave, her body straining to receive the blows. Eighteen! Harder! NINETEEN! HARDER!! "AHGGHHHHHH!!... T-TWENTTYYYYYYYY!!!" He gives her a moment... paces around her slowly masturbating... the whiptail snaking along the floor as he walks to a new position in the huge empty room... Twenty-one comes at her from a new perspective and she bends differently, her body responding reflexively to the renewed attack. He wanders down her legs now, down past the knees to whip her shins as her feet arch, she gagging against the throat-rope. Twenty-two to Thirty he places all up and down her lovely legs from the bound ankles to the knees making the lash wrap wickedly around her flexing limbs. He returns to his original vantage point, waits, waits... watching her... she not knowing when it will come or if it will come at all... not looking up... submissively, passively, waiting... But it does come, furiously... Thirty to forty he works his way back up to her mons and belly leaving a lattice-work of welts, red upon purple, varying in intensity, making it unpredictable for her, following a harsh cut with a milder one, forcing her to concentrate on each punishing slice of the whip. She hoarsely counts, trying to keep her voice level but occasionally losing it especially when the whip finds her tender titmeat or the babysmooth skin on the inside of her open thighs. Forty to Sixty and she is covered with a sheen of sweat. Sweat-beads drip off her still downcast face as he flogs her viciously now across her smooth white belly and hips, leather tearing and biting into warm white skinmeat. Her blonde wispy hair sticks to her sweaty forehead. Between sixty and one hundred her skin starts to blister and break here and there, intersecting welt wounds like an insane roadmap... He moves up her body now slicing across her juicy tits to watch them waggle under the blows. He flogs his bound slavewoman slowly with determined rhythmic cuts, spacing the slashes about three to four seconds apart... not letting up... making her cry involuntarily... trapped against the post, her voice becoming a droning monotone as she counts off each vicious cut... she retreating deeper and deeper into a dark place inside herself... pushed there by the awful slashing pain. Somewhere between one hundred and two hundred he pauses to step up to her and feel her burning stinging flesh in his hands. His hands trail up her legs... he kneels before her and rubs his cheek against her whip-scoured belly feeling the hot pulsing weltwounds against his face. He looks closely at the whipped skin, admires each puffy weal, each dark smear... Where the lash has wound and spun into her its tip has left angry red bites, in her crotch and inner thighs, in her armpit, on her shoulders and hips. He leans down to sink his teeth into her warm pussy. She groans responding to him, pussyjuice spilling down his chin, down her whipped legs. He bites hard, and harder turning her groan into a shriek as his jaws clamp down on her filthy little clit. While his teeth savage his slave's sex-nub he puts the whip-handle to her asshole and pushes upward penetrating her anus, pushing the lash deep into her until only the whiptongues remain outside, trailing to the floor between her legs from her penetrated shit-hole. He looks up at her downcast face and her eyes hover above him, her lovely green eyes like some vast African grassland. "I'm going to eat your clit, whore..." he tells her. "I'm going to tear it out of you and eat it!" "... ohhh yessss... hurt... hurt me... hurt me... hurt me..." He pulls the lips of her pussy wide open between his hands and slides down to sit on the floor and push his face up into her twat. The inner flesh of her cunt is warm and wet against his lips like the inner folds of some exquisite fruit. He tongues her clit rhythmically feeling it stiffen erectly. He tongues her and tongues her until she's almost cumming, legs quivering, breath ragged. Then with cold calculated cruelty he takes the small morsel of flesh in his teeth and clamps down hard drawing a long uneven soprano wail from his whore as he pulls his head back and rips her clit out of her pussy... blood spurts hotly on his face and chest and then on the floor... trails of it roll down the insides of her long legs to her ankles, to drip into the leather straps. As he chews and swallows his woman's clit he yanks the whip out of her asshole, gets to his feet, and starts in on her again, hard killing blows now. He spares no effort to cause her the most intense hurt possible with the lash... She is no longer counting only screaming and babbling as the lash falls mercilessly again and again. Her face is all red as she shrieks widemouthed and he slashes the whip across it silencing her wails only to start again back and forth over and over tearing into her belly and legs and tits until the wails begin again and he smashes the whiptongue right across her pretty screaming face. "Who do you belong to?!" he shouts as he flogs her. "Awwwhhh! Y-YOU... OWWWWW!... I b-belong t-to... Ahhhhhh!... to YOU MASTER!" "Tell me what you are... TELL ME!" "AAuuuwhhhh!... I'm y-your... Oohhhh! your SL-SLUT!... Yyahhhh!... Y-your PIG!" "You're a piece of meat, bitch... a piece of meat..." "Ngggghhh! yesss... AAWHHHH!... m-m-meat... for youuuuuuu!!" He circles her whipping her from every angle. He goes to her and yanks the neck-rope tighter, tighter, strangling her and standing in front of her now to brutally and unrestrainedly flog her big boobs. He swings back and forth, up and down, covering her mammaries with bleeding welt-cuts. He watches her eyes roll back in her head as she chokes and he flogs and flogs away then when she starts to pass out he tosses the whip aside and goes to her, releasing the pressure around her neck, she sagging back against the post. He unties her wrists and she slumps down from the column on to her knees in front of him. He holds her by her hair and slides his cock into her mouth as she gasps for breath. He fucks her whipped bruised face cruelly using her, jerking himself off with her. Now inspired to new cruelty with the beaten slave he binds her wrists to a spreader bar like the one on her legs, arms locked wide apart. "Now I wanna see how flexible you really are," he tells her. Near the wall a broken pipe rises some three feet from the concrete floor. The break has left a foot thick, jagged, hollow, metal spear. He walks his slavewoman to it. "I want you to bend backwards over it, cunt," he instructs. Weakened from the vicious whipping and the mutilation the woman totters and almost loses her balance. He holds her up. "Do it for me," he whispers in her ear holding her from behind. "... p-please... sir... please... shit in my m-mouth... shit in my mouth..." "Do as I say and you may have your reward." He watches her now as she tries to regain her balance. She slides down to her knees, (he likes the sound her skin makes on the stone floor) the jagged pipe behind her. She scrunches herself back against it. Then raising her bound arms over her head and coming up off the ground she executes the difficult maneuver leaning backward, backward until she stands on arms and legs, face hanging back to the floor, her spine curved over the metal spear. "Filthy bitch..." he grunts taking up the long fibreglass cane. To avoid being impaled on the broken pipe she's forced to stand tippy-toe, whipped legs beautifully arched, calve and thigh muscles straining to maintain the impossible position. Her hands are bent inward, fingers splayed on the floor and her face shows the strain she is undergoing. He stands over her and without warning he brings the cane down hard right across both whipped tits. She looks up at him from the floor and he sees the hurt in her eyes. "Suffer, pig," he tells her and begins a vicious unceasing tattooing with the cane across thighs, mons, belly, rib-cage, tits, chest... slice slice slice slice slice... unceasing uncaring... slice slice slice slice slice... until she's whining and grunting, legs shaking, weakening, heels descending to the floor, metal spear pushing into her back, piercing her lovely flesh... slice... slice... slice... slice... slice... slice... SLICE! SLICE! SLICE! SLICE! He concentrates on the middle of her body now. SLICE! SLICE! SLICE! On her calves to weaken her position. SLICE! SLICE! SLICE! SLICE! SLICE! SLICE! SLICE! On her arms... SLICE! SLICE! SLICE! Terrible bleeding welts popping up on her . SLICE! SLICE! SLICE! SLICE! SLICE! SLICE! Viciously VICIOUSLY across her tits, gashing open both nipples, ripping her tits open. "AhhAHHH-AHHH!AHHH! ahhh-hhhh-nnhhhahhhAHHH!" It is one continuously modulating cry from her, spit spilling down her face, frothy bubbly spittle... Now he takes the spiked steel balls. There are ten of them connected by a pull-string, about two inches apart. They are the size of ping-pong balls with tiny barbs protruding from them. He leans down and one by one he inserts the balls into his slavewoman's pussy pushing them deep into her womb. She whimpers and struggles against the fierce penetration. Then standing between her legs he tugs on the pull-line. "Try to hold them in you, pig," he tells her. Even at this extreme moment of torture she obeys clenching her vaginal muscles against the spiked spheres which tear and rip her tender insides. "Yeahh... "he snarls. "Good bitch..." He is pulling hard. In a spurt of blood the first ball pops out of her. Her legs sag. She's impaled on the metal pipe and immediately rises back up off it. He yanks on the rope pulling the second ball out, then the third. "C'mon BITCH! HOLD THEM IN THERE!" She tries harder and as he pulls the fourth ball out of her it snags on her pussy lips. She screams shrilly and he pulls harder. "C'MON! C'MON! YOU GODDAMN TWAAAAT HOLD IT! HOLD IT FOR ME!" The seventh and eighth balls gouge out her pussy and by the time the ninth ball emerges she is sobbing and shrieking, blood spilling from her cunt to the floor. "YOU FUCKING MISERABLE SCUMBAG!" He takes the balls and whips her with them now... whip! WHIP! WHIPPP!... tearing across thighmeat... WHIP! whhhippp! WHIPP!... into her belly... spikes jabbing into her skin so that he has to tear the balls out of her to whip her again... He leans down over her face... "In your mouth... c'mon... yeahh... c'mon... that's right..." He watches her take one ball then he pushes it down her throat and pushes another one in and another and another... four balls in her mouth in her throat choking her... and he yanks them out almost ripping her neck and tongue out through her bloody mouth... He circles her with the cane in hand now occasionally giving her its stinging fire occasionally pushing down on her belly to impale her on to the broken pipe-spear... there is blood on the floor under her... He crouches down to look at her upside down face a leering cruel smile on his face... "Still wanna eat my shit, cunt? Huh? You want to eat my shit now... huh?" "... yess..." she whispers desperately nodding her head, pleading eyes looking up at him... "ohhh yesss yesss yesss yesss yesss..." With a savage kick he knocks her off the jagged pipe to sprawl on the ground at his feet. He pulls her up into a sitting position, spreader bar holding her wrists apart, laid out on her thighs, legs wide apart... He straddles her facing away from her, his big muscular ass in her face as he leans down into a crouch. She begins to lick his asscheeks and his thighs lovingly, like a little puppy. He pushes his ass into her face. "Lick my asshole, slut." She does so excitedly now as he grunts, his bowels shifting, his feet planted solidly on either side of her. "Mmmmmm!" she moans expectantly as his rectum begins to open, her tongue licking the inside of it as now a big stinking turd begins to emerge from him. "Ohhhh yesss... ghhhmmmm..." He looks down between his legs to watch the fat brown turd exit his asshole as he pushes it out and slide into his slavewoman's bloody lips. "Yeahhh..." he groans... "Eat, pig... eat my shit... eat it... eat it..." He watches the huge turd fill her cheeks as she bites into it, brown fluid seeping from her lovely lips and down her chin. There's an angelic smile on her bruised shitsmeared face as she swallows down his excrement and opens her mouth to receive a second smaller shit sausage... he pushes back and wipes his asshole on her face as she eats his waste then he turns and stands over her. "You ready to die for me now?' She nods slowly, still smiling. "Th-thank you... thank you, master..." He clips the overhead pulley line to the spreader bar now and hauls her up way off the floor by her legs, upside down, ankles cuffed tight, arms wide, wrist-bound to the other spreader bar dangling to the ground and framing her ravaged face. He takes the heavy wooden club. Swings it with all his might down on the hanging slutmeat. Swings the wooden club hard across her legs. He breaks one leg and then the other making her shriek, shitsmeared face and hair down there by the floor, totally defeated bitch as he now breaks the other fucking leg, smashing the club right across her knee, breaking her leg again higher up at the shin, slamming into her and breaking the leg almost in half. Thud! THUD! THUD! of the club into her ribs, breaking and snapping her, crushing her tits... blood spewing from her lips as her guts are smashed... blood and puke and shit... as he prods her with the club... prods hard... busting up her guts... her liver... her pancreas... swinging the club mercilessly into her tender belly... He goes around her banging her slamming her with the club... Looks up to see her lovely buttocks unstriped by the lash, unblemished... Picks up the spiked balls... whips the shrieking woman's ass and her back with them... whips and whips and whips flaying the back of her broken thighs... her full assglobes... ripping the skin off her in little pieces that fly off her and spatter the floor and the wall... then he takes the club again and assaults his screaming hanging slavewoman one last time now breaking her spine, smashing her skull and finally slamming the fat wooden club up her ass pushing it into her mangled innards until only the handle is visible. Now he spins her around and looks down into her face jerking off as she gasps, almost dead now, her eyes glazed and half-open, her face covered with blood. A trembling shiver possesses her and piss spews from her bloody cunt to roll down her belly and broken tits down into her face and hair. With a shout, a deafening brutal manly shout, he comes, his sperm spattering the hanging slave's body, her cheeks, her cut lips... "... I... l-love... y-youuhhhhhhh..." she groans dying for her master's pleasure, hung, broken, and bleeding...