the-evil-in-me:

Susan was enjoying their latest bondage session, and the ropes, while a little tight, were really adding to the sense of helplessness that she wanted to feel as her two lovers took turns with her body.  She was cramped and helpless and she came so hard when she felt like that, more than eight orgasms so far and counting.  And when she passed out they washed her off and moved her, still in her ropes to a different room.  She woke up feeling warm and sticky and she realized that she was covered in a thick honey glaze and she was laying in a huge pan.  She turned her head to see what was going on and saw the open door of the huge oven.  She tried to scream and protest as they covered the pan and she felt it moving.  Her screams were muffled by the lid and then by the door to the oven as they put her inside and closed it up.  It was quickly stiflingly hot in the pan and she screamed and fought her bindings, but they had tied her well and even supplied her with fresh air, so she was still alive four hours later, after several bastings though her body trembled with exhaustion and heat as she pleaded with them weakly.  But they just put her back in the oven again.  She was delicious when she was done, a lovely golden brown and she carved like butter. the-evil-in-me:

Susan was enjoying their latest bondage session, and the ropes, while a little tight, were really adding to the sense of helplessness that she wanted to feel as her two lovers took turns with her body.  She was cramped and helpless and she came so hard when she felt like that, more than eight orgasms so far and counting.  And when she passed out they washed her off and moved her, still in her ropes to a different room.  She woke up feeling warm and sticky and she realized that she was covered in a thick honey glaze and she was laying in a huge pan.  She turned her head to see what was going on and saw the open door of the huge oven.  She tried to scream and protest as they covered the pan and she felt it moving.  Her screams were muffled by the lid and then by the door to the oven as they put her inside and closed it up.  It was quickly stiflingly hot in the pan and she screamed and fought her bindings, but they had tied her well and even supplied her with fresh air, so she was still alive four hours later, after several bastings though her body trembled with exhaustion and heat as she pleaded with them weakly.  But they just put her back in the oven again.  She was delicious when she was done, a lovely golden brown and she carved like butter. the-evil-in-me:

Susan was enjoying their latest bondage session, and the ropes, while a little tight, were really adding to the sense of helplessness that she wanted to feel as her two lovers took turns with her body.  She was cramped and helpless and she came so hard when she felt like that, more than eight orgasms so far and counting.  And when she passed out they washed her off and moved her, still in her ropes to a different room.  She woke up feeling warm and sticky and she realized that she was covered in a thick honey glaze and she was laying in a huge pan.  She turned her head to see what was going on and saw the open door of the huge oven.  She tried to scream and protest as they covered the pan and she felt it moving.  Her screams were muffled by the lid and then by the door to the oven as they put her inside and closed it up.  It was quickly stiflingly hot in the pan and she screamed and fought her bindings, but they had tied her well and even supplied her with fresh air, so she was still alive four hours later, after several bastings though her body trembled with exhaustion and heat as she pleaded with them weakly.  But they just put her back in the oven again.  She was delicious when she was done, a lovely golden brown and she carved like butter.

the-evil-in-me:

Susan was enjoying their latest bondage session, and the ropes, while a little tight, were really adding to the sense of helplessness that she wanted to feel as her two lovers took turns with her body.  She was cramped and helpless and she came so hard when she felt like that, more than eight orgasms so far and counting.  And when she passed out they washed her off and moved her, still in her ropes to a different room.  She woke up feeling warm and sticky and she realized that she was covered in a thick honey glaze and she was laying in a huge pan.  She turned her head to see what was going on and saw the open door of the huge oven.  She tried to scream and protest as they covered the pan and she felt it moving.  Her screams were muffled by the lid and then by the door to the oven as they put her inside and closed it up.  It was quickly stiflingly hot in the pan and she screamed and fought her bindings, but they had tied her well and even supplied her with fresh air, so she was still alive four hours later, after several bastings though her body trembled with exhaustion and heat as she pleaded with them weakly.  But they just put her back in the oven again.  She was delicious when she was done, a lovely golden brown and she carved like butter.

Q

Anonymous asked:

Please tell me where you found the manga that you reposted PLEASE

A

Which one? I need more detail.

the-evil-in-me:

He strolled down the hall past the girls with a smile, looking up into their eyes and seeing them look back, seeing their eyes shift just enough, their pupils focus and the panic that was in those captive eyes as he smiled and reached out a hand to stroke one of them, caressing her cool breast and tweaking her nipples.  The girls were all in stasis, a form of the long-sleep that his company had developed for the off-word colonization that had begun a few years ago.  Of course, modern long-sleep rendered the subject completely insensate, while this flawed version left the subject completely awake and aware, but actually heightened their sense of touch and distorted their sense of time.  The girls all thought they had been here just a few weeks, when it had in face been years for many of them.  And each touch he gave them sent them into paroxysms of orgasmic pleasure, enough almost to damage their synapses, certainly enough to damage their psyches, and he smiled as he left the girl and moved on to the next.  His trophies all on display and only he could ever set them free.  Otherwise they would remain as still, lifeless little displays in his hidden home forever, never ageing, never dying, never needing anything but a little oxygen for centuries.  He smiled at the thought and walked away, locking the hidden door behind him

the-evil-in-me:

Sue looked up at him as he stepped into the room and she flushed with colour.  She couldn’t even dress herself anymore, she had to wait on him for everything.  She had made the mistake of telling him that she would do ‘Anything’ to make him happy.  He had asked her every singe day for months if she meant it and when she had finally snapped and said that there was nothing she wouldn’t do for him.  NOTHING AT ALL.  and he had nodded grimly and she thought that was the end of it.  

But then she woke up in the clean white surgical suite as the doctors had been finishing up with her.  She felt odd, her head was swimming and her arms itched as they put her under again.  When she woke up in the hospital bed, she had tried to scratch her furiously itchy arms, and she had been horrified when she saw the stitches where her shoulders had been. Her arms were gone forever and she finally understood why he had asked her so many times if she was serious.  

And now, months later, with her stumps fully healed and the phantom pains fading every day, she was just his armless fuckdoll and she smiled as he reached for her again, spreading her legs and getting ready for the central purpose of her life, being available for his cock whenever he wanted her.  she didn’t have clothes or a life anymore and she didn’t care, she was happy with him.

sexychoking:

Redheads are just the sexiest. Especially when they can’t breathe.

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xuisse:

The first three panels would be a good life. The last two are a terrifying, horrible, but useful death.
But I cannot lie the idea simply thrills me.


I know I’m reblogging my own post from somewhere else. But, I’m really feeling the desire to be processed right now. xuisse:

The first three panels would be a good life. The last two are a terrifying, horrible, but useful death.
But I cannot lie the idea simply thrills me.


I know I’m reblogging my own post from somewhere else. But, I’m really feeling the desire to be processed right now. xuisse:

The first three panels would be a good life. The last two are a terrifying, horrible, but useful death.
But I cannot lie the idea simply thrills me.


I know I’m reblogging my own post from somewhere else. But, I’m really feeling the desire to be processed right now. xuisse:

The first three panels would be a good life. The last two are a terrifying, horrible, but useful death.
But I cannot lie the idea simply thrills me.


I know I’m reblogging my own post from somewhere else. But, I’m really feeling the desire to be processed right now. xuisse:

The first three panels would be a good life. The last two are a terrifying, horrible, but useful death.
But I cannot lie the idea simply thrills me.


I know I’m reblogging my own post from somewhere else. But, I’m really feeling the desire to be processed right now.

xuisse:

The first three panels would be a good life. The last two are a terrifying, horrible, but useful death.

But I cannot lie the idea simply thrills me.

I know I’m reblogging my own post from somewhere else. But, I’m really feeling the desire to be processed right now.

(via gynophagiatimesofficial)