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Exgirlfriend Slave Captives
(Master Coe)

JENA



One of the men in the rear of the van slips a leather bondage hood over her head. The eyes are covered. Her ball gag is forced deeper into her mouth as the zipper of her mouth opening is zipped shut. She could feel every bump in the road as the van made its way to an unknown destination. 



She can feel the cool air rush into her steaming cunt as she's spread apart and inspected by one of her captures. "It's a shame for all of this sweet fucking pussy to go to waste."



His fingers probed even deeper as he spread her apart even wider. She felt as if he was going to rip her apart. The driver seemed to hit every pot hole in the road. She can feel her juices flowing out of her gapping cunt and down her legs. She's spread so far apart she feels as if he's going to rip her cunt apart.



The other man responds, "It is going to be a long trip and this cunt is just begging to get fucked. I wonder if this fucking bitch can give a decent blowjob."



"I tell you what, you take heads and I'll take tails. Maybe we can meet in the middle?"



Jena is tossed into position like a rag doll. Her dripping cunt is filled with his rock hard throbbing cock. Instead of moaning from the immense pleasure she is feeling from having a massive rock hard cock shoved deep inside of her cunt, all Jena can do is gag from the saliva building up in her mouth. He waste no time and pounds her so hard and fast she feels as if she's going to fall off the side of the sofa bed.



A voice comes from in front of her. "Would you slow the fuck down for a moment? Hell, I don't want her to bite my cock off."



She wanted to scream for him to fuck her harder. She was so getting into it just as he was slowing down. She feels a large strong hand lift her head and unzip the mouth opening of the bondage hood. A flood of thick saliva streams from her mouth as the ball gag is pulled away and left to dangle beneath her chin.



She coughs as she struggles to catch her breath. By the time she took her third breath her throat was being crammed full with a massive cock. She gagged as his petrified shaft banged against the back of her throat. 



Soon both men are fucking her from both ends in perfect synchronicity. Jena struggles to free herself but her bonds hold her securely in place. She's not trying to break free because she wants to get away. She has never been completely helpless before and it was a strange mixture of fear of the unknown and excitement. The closer she gets to an orgasm the more she struggles against her bonds.



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Jena has never experienced multiple orgasms before. Her first orgasm was so intense she would have never believed she would have the ability to have another one. But her she was at the edge of yet another explosive orgasm.



It wasn't just the way he fucked her ass. It was the way he took control of her. It was the way his dark chocolate body melted into her creamy white body. It was the way he humiliated her and used her for his own pleasure without regard for her pleasure at all. It was the way he dominated her completely and totally without permission or even an apology. 



Just as she was about to cum she felt his hot load ooze through her bowels. The sensation was unlike anything she's ever felt before. He was right she could taste his cum in her mouth. 



When he spent and expelled his entire load up her ass, he let her limp body slide down the wall and unto the floor. Jeff walks away leaving her frustrated and in a ball on the ground, frantically masturbating herself to completion of another orgasm.



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TRUDY



Trudy is caught off guard and lets out a deep sigh as the handle of the hair brush is forced deep inside her ass hole. She grips the legs of the chair and clinches her ass as the handle is forced as far inside of her as it will go. She had never been so humiliated before in her life, and it was about to get worse.



Master Synclair pulls Trudy's hair, lifting her head up. "Get on your knees bitch. And you better not let this brush fall out of your ass or there will be hell to pay."



Trudy carefully lowers herself from her Master's lap. She waits on her hands and knees for her Master's instructions. He watches as she struggles to keep the brush in place. Trudy struggles with her anal muscles to stop the brush from slipping. 



Master Synclair points to the far side of the room. "I want you to crawl, your ass, over to the other side of the room and back."



Before Trudy can get a quarter of the way across the floor the hair brush falls from her ass onto the floor. Before she can react, Master Synclair has her by her hair. The familiar whistling sound of the crop racing through the air sends a chill throughout her body. The crop lands squarely across her exposed ass hole.



Trudy cries out and falls to the ground only to be yanked back up on all four by her hair. A series of hard strokes leave bright red marks across her freshly punished ass. She can feel the welts form as she struggles to escape her fate only to be continuously yanked back into position.



"Spread your legs bitch!" Her angry Master orders, "Since you can't seem to follow simple instructions I'm going to whip your cunt while I walk you across the room and back."



Trudy can feel her legs buckling as she's dragged across the floor by her hair. Every stroke against her tender cunt seems causes her to cry out in pain. She dares not close her legs and deny her Master his target. She wished he would walk faster. It seemed to take forever to reach the other side of the room.



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It was humiliating enough as their fingers found their way into her pussy and ass. The man washing her hair have strong firm hands, she sort of enjoys that part. But when his soapy hands found their way inside her mouth she thought she was going to be sick. She spits as much of the soap out as she can between her gag reflexes. 



She pleads with him as he pours more soap into his hand. "Please don't. I'm going to be sick."



He sticks his hand back into her mouth as she gags. "You stupid bitch you have to learn to keep your mouth shut. I was just going to wash my hands. But I can see you need to learn your place." He grabs the back of her head to hold her in place, as she struggled to pull free of his soapy hand. You better hold these suds in your mouth or I'll strap your ass raw."



As soon as he pulls his hands free Trudy starts spitting out the thick suds that coats the inside of her mouth, "Fuck you, you fucking bastards. Get your fucking hands off me."



He grabs her by the bottom of her face and tightens his soapy grip as best he can. "Puppies don't speak." He stands up and removes the thick and worn leather belt from his pants. He walks around to the rear of her. The other two men back away. She tries to turn around but is unable to move.



In a panic Trudy tries her best to dodge the belt that is whistling through the air towards her defenseless ass. She tries to clinch the metal table to brace for the impact to no avail. The first stroke cracks loudly across her soaked and soapy ass.



Trudy opens her mouth to let out what should have been an earth shattering film. All she can do is gag and spit up soap after she swallows a mouthful of suds. All she can do is grit her teeth and bare the pain as he stripes her wet creamy ass with his belt. It soon becomes a test of wills. Trudy is now determined not to cry out as the red welts rise on her ass.