Chained helplessly against the chamber’s wall, the smooth bare skin of her back restrained perilously close the razor sharp spikes,
Blair felt her heartbeat quicken at the sight of those red hot branding irons heating in the flaming coals of the brazier, their
glowing tips poised to rip long desperate screams of almost unimaginable torment from her lungs. Tearing her eyes away from the
horror of those hot irons Blair suddenly noticed the heavy whip lying alone on a small table near the chamber’s entrance, its nine
long braided leather tails each ending in a set of small, evil looking razor sharp blades.
Staring at that whip Blair suddenly felt a delightfully terrifying sense of eager masochistic anticipation coursing through her mind
as she imagined how this torturous night might unfold. Instinctively Blair realized that whip would be the torturer’s implement of
choice, its heavy leather tails quickly covering her skin with ugly red welts, its sharp bladed tips making short work of what little
clothing she wore as they painfully decorated her abused body with a thousand stinging cuts. Helpless to avoid the whip’s brutal caress
she would helplessly endure it’s cruel attentions for long torturous hours, the torturer inflicting hundreds of powerful strokes that
would painfully transform Blair’s smooth white skin into a bloody, welt covered mess.
And yet, that long painful whipping was merely a small taste of the pain to come once the torturer cast aside that whip and took that
first branding iron from the brazier’s flames. Deep down Blair knew that the long torturous hours that followed would easily surpass ever
her darkest most primal masochistic fantasies. She already understood there was nothing she could say or offer to the torturer that would
end her suffering, tonight there would be no safe words, no mercy, her only respite would come when the flames of the brazier eventually
burned down and those fiendishly cruel irons grew cold.
Ironically, the long hours of unspeakable suffering, all her desperate screams of agony served merely as darkly sadistic foreplay, as the
torturer dropped the cold useless iron and pulled her roughly toward him, her toes leaving the floor, her back arching until it felt as if
her straining shoulders were about to dislocate. Pulling her legs up around his waist the torturer quickly opened the front of his black
leather pants, freeing his massive erect cock and took her, sheathing the full length of his shaft in the warm wet depths of her sex in one
brutally powerful thrust. Instinctively Blair raised her knees up along the sides of the torturer’s ribcage in a desperate attempt to take
more of his cock into the straining depths of her sex even as he cruelly dug his fingers into the bloody welts and burns that marked the
cheeks of her ass, the intense pleasure and pain combining in what likely would be one of the most powerful orgasms of her life.
Smiling beneath his face concealing red leather hood, the executioner patiently waited until Blair was just about to climax before quickly
stepping forward and impaling her body on the waiting wall of spikes.
Blair’s eyes went wide in horrified disbelief as she felt the cold steel spikes grating painfully between her ribs as they quickly sank into
her back, the sudden hot coppery taste of blood in her mouth as the spikes pierced her lungs followed seconds later by a sharp agonizing pain
when the spikes finally reached her heart.
The torturer watch in amusement as the life slowly drained from Blair’s lovely eyes, the final convulsions of her dying body pushing him over
the edge as he finally came deep inside the woman’s still warm corpse.
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Blair awoke to the warm light of the late morning sun, her nude form comfortably nestled within her sleeping husband’s embrace. A mischievous grin
appeared on her face as Blair carefully slipped her fingers downward under the sheets and began to lightly fondle her husband’s cock. Smiling evilly
as she felt his cock responding to her attentions Blair pushed the sheets down and enveloped her sleeping husband’s growing erection in the warm
wetness of her mouth.
A few minutes later Blair sighed in sexual bliss as she tasted those first delightfully tasty drops of her sleeping husband’s pre-cum oozing onto her
tongue as she paused brush the tip of her tongue across blunt tip of his cock. Knowing from experience that her husband’s first orgasm of the day was
mere moments away Blair happily took his cock deep into her mouth, its pulsating head pressing against her tonsils as she closed her eyes and immersed
herself in the intense eroticism of the moment. The taste and smell of her husband’s cock filled her senses, that musky and distinctively masculine
smell, the slightly bitter salty taste of dried sweat and pre-cum mingling with the familiar lingering traces of her own vaginal juices as her tongue
eagerly worked his throbbing shaft. Than it happened, that incredible explosion of hot cum filling her mouth as she desperately struggled to swallow all
his seed. Blair kept her husband’s cock firmly within her mouth, eagerly licking up the last lingering drops as his erection subsided before moving back up on the bed.
Lying there with her head resting on her husband’s chest Blair contentedly stared at that distinctive crimson leather hood lying on the bedside table,
the one she’d given her husband as a birthday present a few months earlier. Blair appreciated that through whatever torturously erotic delights the coming
nights at the Resort held in store, her husband, her torturer, would eagerly don that blood red leather hood and mercilessly revel in her desperate dying screams...