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\nShe Said, He Said: Part 1

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\nThis story is an email\nexchange between me, Crowley, and a fan by the name of Snuffbaby. It\nwas her idea, and she did the opening post. This is quite an old way\nto tell the story, and I do not yet know when, or how, it will\nfinish, or even if it will. I will post new instalments when I have\nenough to post.

\n\tThe only changes to\nSnuffbaby’s words are to correct spelling mistakes. \n

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\nShe Said, He Said

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\nSNUFFBABY

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\nI made sure that I was in my\nsexiest outfit when I went out to the pub that night: my thigh-high\nleather booties, nice and so shiny I could almost see my face in\nthem; my bright red latex micromini; my push-up leather bustier which\ngives my big tits (44DD see them and lust) a cleavage to die for; and\nmy studded leather jacket, one which only comes down to the small of\nmy back. I wear my really tight black latex panties, the ones which\nare so tight that they always give me a camel toe. They are\nuncomfortable to walk in – but I don’t intend to do any walking,\nnot in the six inch heels of my leather boots.

\n\tJust getting dressed makes me\nhorny. I reach down under the tight panties and feel my sopping\npussy. It is already soaked, at the thought of teasing some big,\nstupid stud. My fingers are wet. I transfer some of this natural musk\nto behind my ears. There is no greater perfume than eau de horny\npussy. The pheromones can turn on any male.

\n\tI use my sluttiest, reddest\nlipstick. I call it Inflamed Labia, although it has some other name.\nAnd then I am ready to go out and tease cocks. That is what I like to\ndo: to go out to a pub and tease cocks with my super-sexy body,\nmaking them erect, trying to hide the bulge in their trousers. But\nnone of them are ever going to get me. I am not going to have sex\nwith any of them. The only thing they will get from me are blue\nballs. When I know I’ve turned on some studly I will leave him\nhanging, desperate for pussy he will never get. Then I will go home\nand give myself a wonderful orgasm, while I think of him being high\nand dry. \n

\n\tI call my favourite taxi firm\n– the one which has a female driver – and am taken to the pub. I\ngo inside, knowing that all eyes are on me. The men all want to have\nsex with me. The girlfriends all want to kill me. I wiggle my ass as\nI go up to the bar. \n

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\nCROWLEY

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\nI am sitting in my favourite\npub, enjoying a pint of lager, when I see the prettiest slut I’ve\nseen in a long time walk through the door. She totters over to the\nbar in her six inch-heeled thigh high leather boots. Her arse is\nbarely contained by a red latex micromini, which perfectly holds her\narse cheeks. Her large breasts are threatening to tumble out of a\nleather bustier. She exudes sexuality, and I know that I have to have\nher, come what may. I am going to plunge my ten inch cock between her\ncuntlips. I am going to ravage her tight arsehole. I am going to have\nher suck me. Then I am going to cum all over her whore face. And,\nfinally, I will piss down her whore throat, before sending her on her\nway. She will really know that she has been fucked.

\n\tI watch her as she buys some\ncocktail. Then she comes and sits in a seat facing me – I am in a\nsection of the pub where I can observe people, without having to\ninteract with them unless I want to. Where she is sitting she has her\nback to the pub. She is facing me, and me only. I wonder how to\nintroduce myself. Then she gets out her phone and pretends to phone\nsomebody. But I can see the screen, and I can see that she isn’t\nactually talking to anybody. She is only pretending to, perhaps so\nthat she doesn’t have to talk to me. \n

\n\tAs she pretends to have a\nphone conversation, she raises one heel to place it on the seat next\nto her. It would be innocent enough, if not for the fact that she is\nin a red latex micromini. Her skirt is pulled up, revealing the\ntightest pair of black latex knickers I have ever seen. They are so\ntight that, in the position she is in, they cut between her cuntlips,\ngiving her a camel toe. They are almost gynaecological in their\ndetail. Her cuntlips bulge around the edge of the black latex. It\nlooks like she is fully shaven. My cock gets harder.

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\nSNUFFBABY

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\nI get a strawberry daiquiri. I\nlook around the pub, but most of the guys are no hopers, old guys\nwith tiny cocks and smaller libidos. I don’t want to tease them.\nThen I spot one guy in a corner of the pub. I can’t tell how old he\nis, but he is not bad, in a kind of Gothic way. He is dressed all in\nblack, and has dark hair and a goatee. Also, where he is sitting, I\nwill be able to flash just him and nobody else. I am going to give\nhim the sort of hard-on which will keep studly seated until closing\ntime. \n

\n\tI sit opposite him. But I\nhave no desire to be chatted up by Mr Goatee. So I get out my\nsmartphone and pretend to ring my best friend, hoping that he is\npolite enough not to interrupt my “conversation.” Of course, like\nmost men, he is stupid, and doesn’t realise that I am not really\nhaving a conversation.

\n\tNow it is time to tease him.\nI pull one foot up onto the seat. Of course that shows off my black\nlatex panties, incredibly tight on my perfect pussy. With my\nperipheral vision I notice him looking at my pussy. I have him\nhooked. I see his cock begin to harden. I’m gushing, thinking of\nhim with a hard-on all evening, and never going to have sex. But I am\ngoing to tease him even more. Just flashing my knickers is not\nenough. I want to leave him desperate. Oh, I am such a bad girl.

\n\tI shift on the seat a little,\nso that the latex pulls even more into my slit, if that is possible.\nMy hard clit is stroked by the soft latex. My clit is large, and I\nreckon that it is so hard that a bump must be visible through the\npanties. \n

\n\tThrough the next couple of\nhours I stay on the phone. But I shift around, thrusting my tits at\nhim, absentmindedly scratching my crotch (which almost makes me cum),\nand doing everything I can to turn him on. It’s lucky that the\npanties aren’t cloth, otherwise the seat would be completely soaked\nby now. \n

\n\tNow and then I glance at the\nfront of Goth studly’s black jeans. His cock is fully erect, and it\nis a big one. The perv is also making no attempt to hide the fact\nthat he has got an erection. He is just sitting there, as though I\nwill take sympathy on him, just because he has a big cock which he\ncan’t control. I almost expect the pervert to cum in his jeans. But\nhe doesn’t. Eventually I have had enough. Time to go.

\n\tI leave the pub, then realise\nthat with pretending to be on the phone I haven’t been able to ring\nJanice the taxi driver to pick me up. I try the number, but there is\nno signal. I decide to walk a bit, until I can get a signal. I don’t\nhear him come up behind me. The next thing I know is some cloth over\nmy mouth and nose – then oblivion.

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\nCROWLEY

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\nThe bitch is a cock tease. She\nteases me all evening, doing everything but a strip act, not once\ndeigning to talk to me. It is clear to me that she is a cock-teasing\nbitch – and she needs to pay for that. Nobody does that to me.

\n\tSo, when she leaves the pub,\nI pull my big leather coat around me and follow her. I turn on my\nsignal blocker – just in time, as I see the bitch try to make a\ngenuine phone call. I reach into my pocket, and pull out a cloth\nlaced a chemical not dissimilar to chloroform, but which does not\nhave any side effects. Within a few seconds she is unconscious in my\narms. \n

\n\tI drag the unconscious bitch\nto my black van, and throw her in the back. I take her phone and drop\nit down a sewer. I have her. Nobody saw me. It is as easy as that.

\n\tI take her home. I have a\nhigh hedge all around my house. I drag her out of my van, and into\nthe house. I dump her on the floor of my hall, net to a large, wide,\ngrandfather clock. I press the side of my grandfather clock, and it\nopens out, revealing a hidden staircase behind it. I have the CIA to\nthank for this. My house was modified as thanks for my former career,\nbeing an interrogator for them in black sites which exist on no\nofficial map. It was a job which was very good at. The house’s\nmodifications are not all that they have done for me. I have all\nmanner of little toys and medical equipment, some of which is not\nsupposed to exist. \n

\n\tI drag her down into my\ndungeon. It is sealed by a steel door at the bottom of the long\nflight of stairs. My dungeon is deep enough that nobody will ever\nhear her screams. I can keep her down there for the rest of her life,\nhowever long that might be. \n

\n\tI drag her into the\nstone-floored dungeon. She is going to be out for hours, with what I\nhave given her. So I will have a good night’s rest and play with\nher in the morning. \n

\n\tI strip the cock-teasing\nwhore of her clothing. She will never need it again. I sniff her\nlatex knickers. As I guessed they stink of cunt juice. I will destroy\nher clothing. It will go in the furnace, next time I stoke it up.

\n\tI leave on the lights in the\ndungeon so that, when she wakes up, she will be able to see my\ndungeon equipment. I chain her stretched out on my wooden rack. Then\nI leave her for the night.

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\nSNUFFBABY

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\nI wake up, to find that I am\nnaked, and stretched out, lying on some slanting wooden table. It\ntakes me a few seconds to realize that it is not some slanting table,\nbut that I am on some sort of rack, and that I am in a dungeon.\nBright lights illuminate the place, although I almost wish that I\ndidn’t. I can see some sort of guillotine, although with two holes.\nIs it for executing two people at the same time? I shudder.

\n\tThere is a wooden stocks. I\nthink that is what it is called. I can see something which looks like\na vaulting horse from a gym, except that it has been shaped to a\nsharp ridge. There is a standing wooden X. There is a brazier with\ncoals in it. Thankfully they have not been lit. There are more pieces\nof equipment, but I don’t recognize them, or know what they are\ncalled. I do recognize the whips hanging from the walls.

\n\tI’m alone in the place.\nThere is no sign of who abducted me. I have to get out of here before\nthe maniac returns. I try pulling at my hands and feet. But the\nleather cuffs around them are too tight. I can’t pull free.

\n\t“Help! Help! Call the\npolice!” I scream. But nothing happens. I realise that the maniac,\nwhoever he is, would not have left my mouth uncovered if I could\nsummon help by screaming. I decide not to waste my breath.

\n\tI can do nothing but wait,\nand see what happens. I resolve not to give in, no matter what\nhappens. I am going to get out of this.

\n\tIt is hours before the door\nto the dungeon opens, and my captor enters the dungeon. He is wearing\nleather boots and leather chaps. He is otherwise naked. His ten inch\nlong cock is rock hard.

\n\tI recognise him at once. He\nis the creep from the pub, the one I teased.

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\nCROWLEY

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\nWhen I wake up the next\nmorning I remember that I have a cock-tease in the dungeon, to which\nI intend to teach some manners. But I don’t go straight in there. I\nhave a black coffee and fried breakfast first, letting the bitch\nstew. Let her fear what I am going to do with her. Maybe it will make\nher more malleable. \n

\n\tEventually I can wait no\nmore. My cock is rock hard, thinking of what I am going to do to her.\nI get changed into black biker boots and a pair of leather chaps.\nThey show off my hard cock, so that she will be able to see what she\nwas teasing last night.

\n\tI open the dungeon and go in.\nShe is awake, still strapped to the rack where I left her. No getting\naway for her, not until I decide to let her go. But that won’t\nhappen until I have broken her. That won’t happen until she is a\nwilling slave.

\n\tI see utter hatred in her\neyes, as she gazes at me and my hard cock. Good, I like the hatred,\nit will make it that much more satisfying when she finally breaks.

\n\t“You are nothing but a\ncock-teasing bitch.” I tell her (nothing she doesn’t already\nknow). “You are going to be punished by me until that is out of\nyour system, and you are a willing submissive, happy to offer your\nbody up to any man, your natural master. You will beg for me to fuck\nyou. And you will. I will torture you until you beg me to fuck you.\nAnd I must believe that you are sincere. Otherwise I will keep\ntorturing you. But you will break. Everybody does.”

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\nSNUFFBABY

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\nThe perv tells me that I am\nnothing but a cock-teasing bitch. He tells me that I going to be\npunished until it is out of my system, and until I beg him to fuck\nme. But I am NEVER going to do that. I would rather die than give him\nthat pleasure.

\n\t“Go fuck yourself!” I\nshout at him. “You are nothing but a pervert. I will never, I\nrepeat never, going to beg you to fuck me. I don’t care what you do\nto me, I am not going to break. And when I get free I am going to go\nto the police and you will go to prison for the rest of your life.”

\n\tHe seems to be laughing at\nme. I hate him. \n

\n\tI watch him as he goes over\nto one of the walls. He selects a nasty looking whip, with lots of\nleather strands. He walks back to stand before me. There is an evil\ngrin on his face. I steel myself for the pain to come.

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\nCROWLEY

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\nI walk over to where my whips\nand canes hang on a wall. I select one of my least damaging\nimplements, a cat o’ nine tails with little leather knots at the\nend. It will sting without doing any permanent damage. \n

\n\tI walk back holding the cat.\nI give her a grim smile. She doesn’t say anything. I swish the whip\nthrough the air.

\n\t“Last chance to beg me to\nfuck you.” I tell her. She still doesn’t say anything. “You\nwill break. It is just a matter of time. Why not save yourself some\npain?”

\n\tI am glad that she hasn’t\ngiven in. I hope that she doesn’t give in too quickly. She has a\nvery nice body, and I am looking forward to causing her a lot of\npain. And, believe me, I know how to inflict pain on a defenceless\nfemale form. All women scream and beg when they fall into my hands.\nSafe words are uttered. But she has no safe word, other than to beg.\nThat is the only thing which will stop the torture.

\n\tI swish the cat at her big\nbreasts. I bet that she has never had anybody whip them before. So my\nfirst strokes are quite light, introducing her to pain. But she does\nnot do anything, other than stare at me with undisguised hatred. So I\nslash down a bit harder. Yes, I see that I have got her attention, as\nthe little leather knots sting the pale expanses of her flesh. They\nleave little red marks where they hit. I do not count the strokes. I\nhave all the time in the world. She moves as much as she can in her\nposition on the rack, causing her massive tits to wobble from side to\nside. They are magnificent – and they look even better, now that I\nhave reddened them with the whip. I love to see a slave girl with\nwell-whipped tits, with tears in her eyes, begging me to stop.

\n\tI pause, after her tits are\nred all over.

\n\t“Are you ready to beg?” I\nask her.

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\nSNUFFBABY

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\nThe bastard whips my tender\nbreasts with the cruel whip. It stings my beautiful breasts. It feels\nlike little bee stings when the knots on the whip hit my breasts. But\nI don’t scream. I won’t give him that pleasure.

\n\tThe whipping goes on an on.\nHe whips me all over my soft breasts. The little leather knots sting\nmy aureola and my nipples. He whips the top of my breasts. He whips\ntheir sides. He even whips the undersides of my breasts. Where I am,\nlying on the rack, my arms stretched above my head, he can reach\nevery square inch of flesh with his whip. How can he be so cruel as\nto whip a woman’s breasts? What is wrong with him? He must be sick\nin the head. Eventually the torture comes to an end. My poor breasts\nare now a shade of maroon. I am surprised to see that they are not\nbleeding.

\n\t“Are you ready to beg?”\nhe asks. But I will never beg. I refuse to break.

\n\t“Go fuck yourself, you\npervert!” I shout at him. Maybe it is not wise to say such words.\nBut I cannot help myself.

\n\tHe doesn’t speak. Instead\nhe puts the whip back. Then he walks to the head of the rack, where\nthe chains attached to my wrists are around some sort of wooden\nroller. I twist my head to watch him.

\n\tThe bastard pulls on a lever.\nThere is a click and the chains tighten even more. My body is\npainfully stretched out. Then he does what I cannot belie – he\ntightens the rack another two clicks. I have to bite my lip so that I\ndon’t scream. I am not going to scream. He will not have that\nsatisfaction. But another click or two and I know that my arms will\ncome out of their sockets.

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\nCROWLEY

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\n“Go fuck yourself, you\npervert.” the slut shouts at me. At least she has spirit. I like\nthat in a slave – and a slave is what she is going to be. I am\ngoing to break her so much that she will beg to remain as my painslut\nfor the rest of my life. But first I have to break her.

\n\tShe has to realise that she\ncan’t get free, and that if she does not give in that pain will be\nher only reward. Her only choice, other than to be tortured, is to\nbeg.

\n\tI put the whip back. I\nconsider my other implements of pain – the skewers, the pliers, the\nblowtorch – but I decide to save those for later. She is already on\nthe rack. I understand, from other sluts I’ve stretched, that it is\ntruly torturous. I have had one slut beg to have a red hot needle in\nher clit, rather than go back on the rack. Besides, there is shopping\nI need to do this Saturday. \n

\n\tI go over to the rack and\nslowly turn the roller, one, two, three clicks. Now her body is\nreally stretched taut. I know that it will not take long to make her\nscream. \n

\n\tI leave it at the three\nclicks for now. I don’t want to pull her arms out of her sockets\njust yet. Instead I leave her to her agonies. I leave the dungeon.

\n\tI go shopping, taking my\ntime, knowing that every minute that I am away that she is so much\ncloser to breaking. I buy a few things which I think might be of use:\nmore fuel for the blowtorch, some metal pincers with which I might\nthreaten her nipples, sandpaper, stuff like that. \n

\n\tTwo hours pass before I enter\nthe dungeon again. \n

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\nSNUFFBABY

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\nThe pervert leaves me\nstretched out on the rack! I want to kill him. If our positions were\nreversed I would keep turning the rack until his arms and legs are\nripped from his body. I wait for the pain to lessen. But it doesn’t.\nIf anything it gets worse.

\n\tIt is hours before he\nreturns. But I don’t break. I refuse to beg. \n

\n\t“Your breasts are very\nvulnerable.” he tells me. “I can do anything I want to them.”

\n\t“Fuck off!” I swear at\nhim. Maybe it is not a good idea to make him angry. But I hate him.\nI’m not going to break, not even if he kills me.

\n\tI watch as he turns on a\nblowtorch. My eyes widen as I think that he is going to apply the\nflame to my large, beautiful breasts. That would ruin me for life. I\nalmost break, just then. But I bite my tongue. I will not give in!

\n\tInstead of applying the flame\ndirectly to my flesh he heats up a long needle instead. It has to be\nat least four inches long, no counting the head by which he’s\nholding it. I think, at first, that he is only using the fire to burn\noff any germs on the metal. But he keeps holding the needle until the\nmetal is glowing red. He is going to pierce my nipples with red hot\nneedles! Yet, again, I am wrong.

\n\tHe grasps my right breast. My\nnipple puckers up of its own accord. He puts the glowing point of the\nneedle close to the centre of my nipple, but not pointing across, but\ndown, towards the very centre of my breast. \n

\n\t“If you don’t beg me to\nfuck you then this is going down through your nipple into your milk\nducts.” he says. “It will ruin them, cooking the inside of your\ntits. Beg!”

\n\t“Fuck you.” I scream. And\nI scream a lot more as he makes good on his threat, slowly forcing\nthe glowing needle down into my breast. I scream my head off as I am\npierced by agony. He keeps pressing down with the needle until the\nplastic head is touching my nipple. It is burning a line of torture\nthrough the heart of my breast. Then the bastard does the same to my\nother breast.

\n\tI scream my head off. But I\ndon’t beg.

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\nCROWLEY

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\nI really thought that she\nwould break when I thrust the red hot needles down through her\nnipples into her tits. But the silly cunt holds out. Doesn’t she\nunderstand that everybody breaks? Things will just keep on getting\nworse for her until she begs.

\n\tAnyway, I have ideas of using\nother pieces of equipment. But I will need to take her off the rack –\nand there is still far too much fight in her at the moment. I have to\nmake it so that she can’t fight back. \n

\n\tI leave the needles in her\nbreasts. I like how they look. I go to the rack again, and I carry on\nturning the lever. She screams in agony, but I know no mercy. I carry\non turning until I pop her arms out of her sockets. She faints.

\n\tI release the unconscious\nslut from the rack, and drag her onto the floor. I fasten a large\nmetal collar around her neck. The collar has several D rings on it.\nIt does not have a lock. Once snapped shut around a slut’s neck it\nis almost impossible to get one without power tools. There is a tiny\nlittle hole at the base, one which can’t be seen by anybody wearing\nthe collar. Insert a long needle in the hole and the collar will\nspring open. But this stupid slut will never find the hole. \n

\n\tI force her dislocated arms\ninto a reverse prayer behind her back, binding her elbows and wrists\ntogether. She wakes up in agony as I bind her wrists to a D ring at\nthe back of the collar. Her arms must be in agony. I’m not sure\nwhether they will recover. But I don’t care. She doesn’t need\narms to beg. \n

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\nSNUFFBABY

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\nI recover from fainting to\nfind that this sadist has taken away the use of my dislocated arms.\nHe has somehow bound them behind my back, in an unnatural position,\nmy arms touching each other, my wrists forced up to be tied to some\nsort of metal collar around my neck.

\n\tBut I am free from the rack.\nDespite being in agony, I somehow manage to get to my feet. I try to\nkick him in the balls. But the torturer grabs my ankle, defeating my\npathetic attempt at escape. \n

\n\t“I’ll have to deal with\nyour legs.” he says, at he tips me over. I land hard on my bound\narms, bringing further agony to them and my shoulders. I scream,\nwrithing on the floor.

\n\tThe next thing that I know is\nthat there are metal cuffs on my ankles, and chains are slowly\ndragging my legs apart. I look down to see that the chains go to\nmetal rings set in the stone floor of this torture chamber. One of\nthem has some sort of pulley arrangement attached to the chains. He\nkeeps pulling my legs apart until I am doing the splits. My thighs\nache with the strain. I am very much aware that my beautiful pussy is\nutterly defenceless. My legs are so wide apart that the pink petals\nof my sweet pussy have spread of their own accord. I wonder whether\nhe has given up trying to get me to beg and he has decided to rape me\nwith his big, hard cock. But that is not the case.

\n\tInstead he gets the nasty\nwhip he used on my breasts. He uses it on my poor pussy, over and\nover, stinging my labia with the leather knots. He even manages to\nget a few of the knots to hit between my labia, right on the walls of\nmy pussy. The pain is terrible, but I try to concentrate not on the\nbrutalisation of my pussy, but on my tortured arms instead.

\n\t“You won’t kick me\nagain.” he says, throwing the whip away. He returns to the pulley,\nand operates it, as my legs are stretched out further. I feel a pop\nas my legs are pulled out of their sockets, and I faint again.

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\nCROWLEY

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\nI hope that the bitch will\nsoon give up, now that both her arms and legs have been pulled out of\ntheir sockets. I have never known any painslut able to put up with\nsuch agony. But she has to learn.

\n\tI unchain her ankles. I put\nhanging chains on the metal collar. I lift her up by the collar,\nsuspending her from her neck. It must feel like she is being\nstrangled. But with the collar being solid metal I know that she\nwon’t be killed. It is just very uncomfortable.

\n\tShe comes to as I swing her\nover a sharp-edged Spanish horse. The seat is some five feet above\nthe floor of my dungeon. Seat? It is a sharp edge, which will burrow\ninto her pussy. None of my willing painsluts have ever managed more\nthan half an hour on this item before begging to be taken down. \n

\n\tShe comes to sitting on the\nhorse, a dislocated leg hanging either side. I have spread her\ncuntlips out so that the wooden edge is right between them. I make\nsure that she can’t get off by hanging heavy iron balls on each big\ntoe. I can see that she is already in agony. But it is not enough for\nme. I put a plastic bag over her head. Then I wait, watching her,\nwaiting for her to beg. \n

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