1. The seventh Rachel's Shaved Pussy


    Date: 3/12/2019, Categories: Fiction Anal Asian, Authoritarian, BDSM Bisexual Black, Oral Sex / Blowjob BDSM Violence / Cruelty BDSM Drug, Straight Sex Extreme, Lesbian Hardcore, Horror, Humiliation Interracial Teen BDSM Oral Sex / Blowjob Reluctance Teen Spanking Teen Teen Torture, Author: pANTSU, Source: sexstories.com

    Over the next few months, my rate of copulation did not diminish. My eighteenth birthday came… and came, and came, because it was another slumber party at mine, to which several of my sexiest friends were invited, and it descended into a massive lesbian orgy. Kirsty and I contrived to make it seem spontaneous, so that nobody thought it would be a good idea to try too hard to repeat, but everybody ended up joining in enthusiastically. My highlight was an astonishing FIVE-way circular daisy-chain of mouths on pussies. Maybe I will tell you more about that some other time. I enjoyed fucking – every kind of fucking – tremendously, but it has to be said that I found it more and more difficult to find new ways and types, and sometimes I yearned a bit for that freshness. So, on one of my ‘study sessions’ with Dr McPhail, I was intrigued when he said that it was a special day, and he had something different in mind. He had me take my shoes off, then took my hand and led me to a door to the cupboard under the stairs. I had never seen it opened, so I was surprised to discover stairs leading downward, to a basement. “I didn’t know you have a basement,” I said. “I don’t use it very often. Come along,” and he led me behind him down the wooden stairs. I was a little worried about the possibility of splinters on my bare feet, especially since he did not turn a light on. By the time I was at the bottom and my feet touched dusty concrete, I was effectively blind, as the hallway light from ...
     above did not illuminate enough for my unadapted eyes to make out, and the only illumination down here was occasional strange orange pin-pricks dotted around the place. I turned to look up at the only thing I could see, the lit-up door at the top of the stairs. Suddenly, I felt something on my wrist, and heard a click. Just as quickly, another on my other wrist. Handcuffs! I felt my arms jerked backwards, dragging me with them, and my bum hit the edge of something. I tipped over and fell roughly onto a surface, my arms now stretched above me. More handcuffs on my ankles, and my legs were pulled apart. All this happened more quickly than I could think, and by the time I thought to struggle, I was bound hand and foot. “What are you doing?” I asked. “Stop.” But there was no response. Only some movement in the darkness. Then I felt something on my wrist again. The feeling of leather on my skin, and a cuff of some kind wrapped around, a couple of inches wide. I heard the slight tinkling of metal fastenings. Then again on my other wrist, another wide leather cuff pulling tight on my arm… but not too tight. Then I heard the most alarming sound yet, the clanking of metal chains, and my armed were pulled more firmly above my head, giving me very little freedom of movement. “I want to know what you’re doing,” I said, a slight tremor entering my voice. A warm voice came from the darkness. “It’s a surprise.” “Are you going to… hurt me?” Dr McPhail chuckled. “Oh, no. You’re going to enjoy ...
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