One July, Saturday afternoon, the white, 18 – y/o friends, George and Dylan, had barely departed a video – game parlor before the wind blew a magazine, “The Dungeon Files”, in their direction.
George it picked up, with the youngsters leafing through it until they asaw a woman s nude picture showing her pretty face, long, reddish – tinged brown hair, well – formed legs and enormous, though firm bust.
Isn t she hot? George remarked.
Yeah. I wonder who she is, Dylan said, after which he and George read the accompanying advertisement: – My name s Anthony. I m white and 39. Ethel, my 37 – y/o wife, is a masochist and I m looking for guys to help me safely abuse her. Learn more by sending a message to: beastmasterAnthony@yahoo. com.
Dylan and George then noticed that he lived in their city.
Let s write him, Dylan said before he and George did so by expressing their interest in humiliating married females.
Within 4 hours, Anthony replied: – I m glad you contacted me. Not only is Ethel a masochist, she s very submissive. She s into extreme verbal assault, limited pain, whipping, golden – showers, getting fisted and slapped. She needs you to brutalize her dignity. Can you come to our house at 8 tomorrow night? Our address is 752 Cherry Street.
So, it was at 7:55 that Dylan and George drove to the couple s residence where Anthony was waiting outside his garage.
Nice meeting you, he said.
The same here, Dylan answered.
Are BD/SM activities new to you guys? Anthony inquired.
I ve always wanted to try it, George responded.
Me, too, Dylan said.
Great. Follow me, Anthony responded as he led the younger men into the garage.
This is Ethel, he said while nodding toward the naked tart lying on a bed with her ankles and wrists bound.
Hello, cunt! Dylan greeted her, though she was rather surprised since he and George seemed innocent and were little more than boys.
Why do you call yourself a beastmaster, George then asked.
Because Ethel s the 666 Beast Of The Abomination and I control her, Anthony grinned.
That s a brutal thing to say! Dylan smirked, followed by him, Anthony and George stripping.
Dylan next fondled his 16 – inch pecker and sneered, Do you deserve to ride this horse?
No, sir! she murmured.
That s right, even if the horse s owner is going to flog you! Anthony said before he gave a whip to Dylan.
Be careful while you make her suffer, he cautioned.
Sure, Dylan said as he started aiming the lashes across her boobs.
Eeeeeh! Ethel screamed.
You d better be hurting! Dylan taunted her.
Welcome to hell! George shouted while Dylan continued unleashing his fury upon her until he turned the whip handle around and punched it into her vag.
Aaah! she gasped.
Once she d done that, Anthony urged, Spit on her to demonstrate how contemptible she is!
You despicable low – life! George snarled while he and Dylan covered her face, tits and belly in saliva.
Oooh, myyy gaaawwwd! she wailed.
Stop whining, beast! George demanded, with Anthony untying her and chuckling, Force the bitch like hate her!
Are you worth hating? Dylan questioned her.
No, sir, but please do! Ethel moaned.
Stupid! Dylan snorted as he removed the handle from her nookie and hurled his cock into it.
Hate me, for all I care, you stinking piece of shit! he roared while beginning to hammer her.
Following that, George jammed his 11 – inched penis into her mouth.
Suck my dick, you dirty slut! he bellowed.
Uh – hmmm! she mumbled.
Meanwhile, Anthony was caressing his 13 – inched pole.
Take those cocks, you disgusting pig! he said.
Nevertheless, hearing such cruel language aroused Ethel to an orgasm.
Ten minutes later, Anthony twisted the cap off an enema bag and said, Shoot your loads in this, guys.
Okay, Dylan responded as the teenagers withdrew from her and complied.
Next, his, Anthony s and George s palms started exploding against her face.
Oh, god. yes, punish me! she begged.
That s what we re doing, you little turd! Dylan crowed.
After the guys had spent 30 seconds spanking her, Anthony draped her legs over his shoulders and plunged his tool into her bowels.
Ugghh, ugghh, uggh! she grunted.
Sodomize the animal! George laughed.
You vile whore! Anthony raged.
Don t forget you re a digusting pig! Dylan jeered.
In another 10 minutes, Anthony pulled out and emptied his nuts into the bag.
What are you going to do with that? George asked.
First, I want you to split Ethel s womb, Anthony smiled,
You mean fist her – right? George said.
She d consider that an honor, Anthony told him.
Fuck, yeah! George exclaimed while clenching his fingers together and slowly burying them in her snatch, then: – Your womb s a morally primitive cave!
Yes, sir! she whispered.
After George had unplugged her cave, he, Anthony and Dylan pissed in the bag, though Dylan and George couldn t Anthony administering himself an enema before he straddled his wife s head and farted the liquid into her mouth.
I proclaim you a filthy toilet! he declared.
Yeah, Mrs. Abomination! Dylan snickered.
However, he, Anthony and George weren t finished brutalizing her dignity.
At 12 the next Friday night, they escorted her into a deserted alley and pimped her $3 orifices to 3 black strangers…
… for Ethel, indeed, was a vile whore!