"Get in boyforboy," Hans Strecker said firmly as his boyforboy limousine slid quietly to curb boyforboy. I was in such here pain boyforboy that here my better judgment was momentarily blinded, and without so much as a peep of protest, I found myself alone in boyforboy the boyforboy back of the limo with the boyforboy evil Strecker. He casually lit boyforboy up a foul boyforboy smelling boyforboy cigar, and as if to emphasize his superiority, he blew a stream of smoke into my boyforboy face before pulling me boyforboy roughly boyforboy to him and bending me over his knee boyforboy. "I-I want to go to my hotel boyforboy," I stammered, fearful boyforboy that he would start beating my already burning bottom. "I want to go to my hotel," he boyforboy mimicked in babyish voice before pulling up my dress and coming down hard on my bottom with his hand, "you American's boyforboy are all alike, soft and weak, for the here life of me I can't boyforboy figure out how we lost the boyforboy war." The pain boyforboy from his spanking was boyforboy instantaneous and so severe that I nearly passed out amidst the agony, but just boyforboy before my mind turned to blackness, my pussy boyforboy was forced open boyforboy by insistent fingers and boyforboy seconds later an boyforboy incredibly huge dildo was slammed into my helpless vagina. The melding of pain boyforboy and pleasure drove me deliriously back and forth boyforboy between agony to ecstasy boyforboy, until my pussy convulsed in a series of the most crushing orgasms I had ever experienced. Tears boyforboy ran down boyforboy my cheeks boyforboy as the boyforboy limo sped through boyforboy the back streets of Warsaw until boyforboy we pulled into a private boyforboy drive here that led to Hans Strecker's mansion.
As the limo pulled under a canopy boyforboy next to the boyforboy big house, several servants appeared boyforboy out of nowhere and pulled me on wobbly legs into a large boyforboy dark foyer, where Strecker, who boyforboy was right behind me, ordered in a stern level voice, "Take her to the dungeon here and prepare her." As my legs were barely functional, the two goons half dragged me down a narrow stairway to the basement to what turned out to be a chamber of horrors boyforboy. There here were five or six other boyforboy women shackled or tied to various medieval torture devices that if used improperly would have resulted in a painful boyforboy if not quick boyforboy death. Several of the women were passed out either from boyforboy pain or lack of sleep, but several others were moaning softly as the leather bindings cut deeply into their boyforboy soft pliable flesh. As I boyforboy was dragged past them, one or two of them begged me to help them, but with in a matter of moments, I boyforboy joined them in their agony when I was strapped spread eagle on a long table with my ankles and wrists pulled tightly in all four directions. My ass still burned from the abuse boyforboy it had taken earlier boyforboy in the evening, but that would turn out boyforboy to be child's play compared to what boyforboy Herr Strecker had in store for boyforboy me next.
Strecker boyforboy now in a fit of rage, jumped up and went from machine to machine boyforboy, inflicting even more boyforboy pain on his boyforboy other victims, while at here the same time ramming large thick boyforboy dildos into each of their pussies, inducing orgasms out each boyforboy and every one boyforboy them. With boyforboy fire now blazing in his eyes, he tore of boyforboy his trousers, mounted me boyforboy, and with a viciousness that seemed boyforboy palpable, drove his spike into boyforboy me as if he was attempting to fuck boyforboy me to death. "Tell me what you know," he panted between strokes here, "tell me or I will surely have to kill you." The irony of the boyforboy situation was not lost on boyforboy me, as boyforboy the boyforboy fury in my pussy ignored the intense hatred that boyforboy I felt for this human piece of garbage boyforboy and boyforboy it boyforboy erupted in a boyforboy wave of boyforboy orgasms boyforboy that boyforboy under normal circumstances would boyforboy have been wonderfully satisfying, but in this case boyforboy left boyforboy me feeling boyforboy hollow and alone. The room was now boyforboy resonating with the sound of women climaxing as their bodies were being boyforboy literally boyforboy stretched to the limit, and while I was about resigned to boyforboy the fact that this would indeed boyforboy be my boyforboy last day on the face of the earth boyforboy, a gun shot here rang out boyforboy and Hans Strecker slumped over dead boyforboy on my stricken form. The next boyforboy sound I heard was the voice of Peter Olinsky who asked, "Allison, are you all right boyforboy.?."
"Get in boyforboy," Hans Strecker said firmly as his boyforboy limousine slid quietly to curb boyforboy. I was in such here pain boyforboy that here my better judgment was momentarily blinded, and without so much as a peep of protest, I found myself alone in boyforboy the boyforboy back of the limo with the boyforboy evil Strecker. He casually lit boyforboy up a foul boyforboy smelling boyforboy cigar, and as if to emphasize his superiority, he blew a stream of smoke into my boyforboy face before pulling me boyforboy roughly boyforboy to him and bending me over his knee boyforboy. "I-I want to go to my hotel boyforboy," I stammered, fearful boyforboy that he would start beating my already burning bottom. "I want to go to my hotel," he boyforboy mimicked in babyish voice before pulling up my dress and coming down hard on my bottom with his hand, "you American's boyforboy are all alike, soft and weak, for the here life of me I can't boyforboy figure out how we lost the boyforboy war." The pain boyforboy from his spanking was boyforboy instantaneous and so severe that I nearly passed out amidst the agony, but just boyforboy before my mind turned to blackness, my pussy boyforboy was forced open boyforboy by insistent fingers and boyforboy seconds later an boyforboy incredibly huge dildo was slammed into my helpless vagina. The melding of pain boyforboy and pleasure drove me deliriously back and forth boyforboy between agony to ecstasy boyforboy, until my pussy convulsed in a series of the most crushing orgasms I had ever experienced. Tears boyforboy ran down boyforboy my cheeks boyforboy as the boyforboy limo sped through boyforboy the back streets of Warsaw until boyforboy we pulled into a private boyforboy drive here that led to Hans Strecker's mansion.
As the limo pulled under a canopy boyforboy next to the boyforboy big house, several servants appeared boyforboy out of nowhere and pulled me on wobbly legs into a large boyforboy dark foyer, where Strecker, who boyforboy was right behind me, ordered in a stern level voice, "Take her to the dungeon here and prepare her." As my legs were barely functional, the two goons half dragged me down a narrow stairway to the basement to what turned out to be a chamber of horrors boyforboy. There here were five or six other boyforboy women shackled or tied to various medieval torture devices that if used improperly would have resulted in a painful boyforboy if not quick boyforboy death. Several of the women were passed out either from boyforboy pain or lack of sleep, but several others were moaning softly as the leather bindings cut deeply into their boyforboy soft pliable flesh. As I boyforboy was dragged past them, one or two of them begged me to help them, but with in a matter of moments, I boyforboy joined them in their agony when I was strapped spread eagle on a long table with my ankles and wrists pulled tightly in all four directions. My ass still burned from the abuse boyforboy it had taken earlier boyforboy in the evening, but that would turn out boyforboy to be child's play compared to what boyforboy Herr Strecker had in store for boyforboy me next.
