Delightful animeeritud tütar eile koos a suurepärane adolescent

Things of that manner. Taunting. A little while of enjoying this, and then they made him lie on his back. They tied his wrists and ankles to the bed posts. Sings of yesterday's restraints were clearly visible on his skin. Restrains were an important aspect of what the call the Art, the philosophy behind the use of young sex slaves. A central tenet of the Art was to keep the boy in a perpetual sense of helplessness and powerlessness. One way to do this was the use of physical restraints in whatever way he was used. Whether oral, penile or anal rape, or torture, or all the above, the boy was to be tied up or chained. Rape of course was another central tenet. Ideally (and also in practice), a boy's life in the hands of his owners consisted of daily physical violation. His genitals were to be stimulated against his will throughout the day for every remaining day of his life. His cock was now but a plaything for his mistresses and a source of misery for him. He was property and his most intimate being now only existed to bring pleasure to others. And pleasure, it went without saying, was a thing of the past for the boy. What used to be his greatest source of enjoyment was now nothing but a tool of his own violation and torture. Of breaking him and his own will bit by bit. Turning his soul into a proper sacrifice for the Goddess. Speaking of his cock, it still needed to be prepared. Reesha fetched a vial of the Elixir from a bed stand. She returned and poured some of the clear, oily liquid on his penis, hentai then started to rub it in. The cock hardened within seconds. It turned out to be quite large when erect, and pleasing to the eye. The boy stiffened against his binds as the Elixir started working: the growing sensation, the arousal. Well, arousal was perhaps not quite right. While the powerful state that the potion caused carried all the hallmarks of arousal, it was experienced as deeply unpleasant by the subject. Yet he could do nothing to control it, or stop his body from responding to stimulus. We were meant to be together. Well with a little effort—” she wiggled the applicator brush towards Stephanie for emphasis, “You can—” Sit there and suffer SLUT and shut up. When the system is restored you will receive a message that says our system is back online. She smiled and he couldn’t believe he had never seen the brilliant light in that smile before. Which was mainly expressed though his lips and tongue to her most sensitive personal tissues. Hold my hair again! "Are you ready?" she asked her son who nodded while giving hentai her a lustful look. I wasn't sure I was going to be able to take all she was doing. Mortal lust, especially youthful passion, was addicting. When I mentioned it to Jon he told me that as we had a guest it didn’t matter this time, but we would when we came back. Why am I doing this?