The birth of a yng. whore – pt4 – hurting parentin

Temmuz 15, 2021 0 Yazar: admin

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The birth of a yng. whore – pt4 – hurting parentinParenting a property or learning must hurtThere she was, 15 years old, naked in a stable, bound like a piece of livestock. Before this day she was cute, virgin, in any way really greenly, she had dreams, she had a boyfriend, whom she loved, she had a family, who looked after her, all something normal in 1965, in Western Germany, somewhere in the hinterland of Heidelberg. Now, after grandpa taught her, how it feels to have a cock between her lips, how hurting treason could be, and he and his son-in-law have shown her how a brutal defloration of her two cunts feels like, how mortifying it can be to be sold by her own parents to hold a secret, to be less worth than a dog, a cow or anything else, she, who was already besmirched by her boyfriend’s dad and his brother-in-law, broken, two times filled with sperm and surely impregnated, cause she was in her fertile days, now she was on her best way to become what grandpa and grandma planned her to be a completely broken, scaring, serving little whore, that they can sell hourly, per day, per night to anyone who would like to fuck, to use, well to abuse a cute little girl…an involuntary WHORE, a BITCH, a HOOKER, …and especially the next 9 months … safe against any impregnation, because this already made grandpa and my uncle, and if not she will be in the next week, the week of her BRUTAL, RIGID, VIOLATING EDUCATION.As my legal dad thought, his dad and his brother-in-law would have braught his girlfriend, because he didn’t know anything about the plan of the rest of his family, and that she would stay at home for a few days, before starting her professional education in his near, before living with him in the same house, he did’t worry, as he didn’t would hear something the next 2 or 3 days. From his point of view she was in a safe situation.From his dad’s and his brother-in-law’s point of view, she was too, she was in a place she didn’t know, naked, her cloth hidden in a warm stable, where she was held like a lifestock, lick those cows grandpa had in the time his family ran a milking farm. Outside in this cold night in December, 1965, it started little snowing, the heat came from a wood stove, the straw held the warm well, outside far and wide no people around, noone who could testify or hear her whining, moaning or loud crying about that what happened to mom.”As a cow, I would drift now a ring through your nose to chain you now to the stable, but you are a girl, actually, SOMETHING that needs to move around, to be seen, to be recognized, SOMETHING that wakes eagerness, the eagerness to think someone other could own you, but you are mine, your body, your ass, your mind belongs only to me, my wife, my family, and as at my horses and my lifestock everybody shall see it, if you don’t say it before at least when you are naked.” With these words he offered her an artificially decorated piece of steel, mounted on a long stick of steel with a wooden handle. She couldn’t imagine what this like a plate looking tool should be, showing something like a stylized ring of chain wearing his initials in their center. This greenly piece of cumdump couldn’t imagine, what it was, not yet.My uncle meanwhile, freed her from her bondage, offered her some lukewarm water, soap and a towel for washing, what she deeply grateful accepted. He left her in HER box, because the next 3 days, what she even didn’t knew, this was her new habitat as the first exemplar of family’s new lifestock. Both guys disappeared, some fresh wood in the stove, it got warm, and she sat down on a horse rug, as the guys where outside for smoking. As she watched the scene, she discovered a hold in the wooden wall, from both sides easily closed with small doors, which were open, and even big enough, that she could go through. Barefoot and only wrapped in the rug, she climbed outside, trying to escape the situation. A man should think, a girl would sooner or later learn, that her ideas are normally followed by hurts. And so my grandpa and my uncle were vissibly annoyed and amazed, about so much foolishness, trying to esacape, surely 3 miles away from the next destination, clothed only with bahis firmaları a horse rug, and that while it started snowing and ground was frozen. SUPER IDEA.Taking a hot coffee and a new smoke, they sat with a torch under the hold mom used, waiting for her return. A success for her mind, after 10-15 minutes she recognized, that trying to escape wouldn’t help, because she wouldn’t stand that cold, that walk, and all hurted, hungry and thirsty. So after nearly 30 minutes she stood infront this now with malicious joy smiling guys, trembling for cold, and with nearly frozen toes. They watched her, and as she tried to get in, grandpa held his hand at her chest, shaking his head, suggesting her with a gesture that she shall disappear. “GO, we find and bury you. GOOOOO!”Mom scared, winced, “GOOOO”, and the first time in her life she understood, this guy would really let her die, for him she would be nothing, if she wouldn’t please him, if she wouldn’t do, what he says. She went down on her knees, going down to his feet, praying, begging, whimpering, moving between his legs, rubbing her head over his thighs, rubbing her face over his bulge, stroking him, appeasing him, opening her mouth like trying to get his cock through his closed pants. Grandpa smiled, and forced her to sit down in the snow, her bare ass sitting in that new white snow, she should feel humiliated, she should feel the burning cold, when her butt and her pussy seemed to freeze, but first of all her cheeks should be prepared for one of his greatest pleasures, something she would surely pass out again, and therefore her ass should be sedated.As he let her suck his growing cock, and that time she really applied herself to get it deeper, her lips all time closed, holding his cock all the time pleased, my uncle went to the stove and looking for this artificially piece of steel grandpa offered mom once. Now it has had changing color, something between red-orange-little yellow, laying the last time in the open fire. Right the state it should have. As my uncle came back, they changed their position, now it was my uncle mom should please. My grandpa storing his cock back in his pants, went to the stove, yes now it was ready, now it was like he knew it from the time of his youth when his dad used it normally. He surely wondered if it would make her cry in a similar way, the cows and calves did. Equal in any way, she needed to be marked as his own.The glowing steel in his hand he went back. His son-in-law meanwhile animated my mom, that horny bitch to crawl half inside the hold, her womb laying on the rug, her ass on her quaking legs, standing on tiptoes on some stacked firewood, turned up, and pounded her frozen pussy with his hard bow. When grandpa appeared, my uncle told her to stay in her position, what she did, curious waiting what should happen next, not imagining that it would hurt again, and this time in a way, she formerly better had died.When my uncle came inside the stable, he kissed her, stroked her arms, ordered her to close her eyes, and right that moment he fixed her hand in a new bondage, her halfside infront the hold, her cheeks presenting in the December cold outside. He fixed her, that her body was completely stretched. All like my grandpa told him before to do. A few seconds he commanded her to open her mouth, in one hand holding the stag-evil grandpa held in his hand at the beginning of this session. She pressed her lips together, shook her had. My uncle let this lockjaw out, took her long hair with his left hand, his face turning angry, struck out and splapped her 3, 4 perhaps 5 times in her face in a kind, he normally would beat a guy. Now with some bloody lips, a bleeding nose, scared about this bru…not it wasn’t really a brutality, more some helpful concentration exercise, she opened her mouth as wide as the hurting allowed it, and wide enough to fix the lockjaw.Then he went back to grandpa, who held the hot iron in the near of her cheeks, near enough for her to feel soemthing hot, but not near enough to feel it was glowing. Grandpa went back to the stove, he enjoyed the situation, my uncle, now that mom was bound again, first forced his cock kaçak iddaa for 2-3 knocks in her pussy, before he took it out, taking 4 fingers of his right hand which he penetrated in her in one move, again she reared up, as much as she could in her bondage, and right that moment grandpa came back with his wonderful tool, this light orange glowing family branding iron, a glowing piece of steel 2×3″, for a cow or a horse something small, but for these girl’s cheeks really huge, that he pressed immidiately to the bottom of her right cheek, right when my uncle took his hand out of her cunt.The sizzling of this young meat, this smell of grilled skin, something wonderful, the heat was right high enough, that she didn’t recognize what happened, her nerves near her skin were destroyed by the heat, she didn’t feel the hurt directly at the wound, only there where the hurt s**ttered it got immense, she smelled herself burned, crying, crying in a way you don’t listen too a second time, this hurt, this fear, this helplessness, and all in one deep, loud, heartbreaking und gut wrenching all in one cry.Grandpa and my uncle always described that situation as amazing. Well, aside from the point this damn slut again missed the greatest fun and passed out, but now wearing a gem, that held longer than any ring or jewellery, this sign, this mark of ownership, this reminder is still on her hooker-ass, to see for every punter, that she has a master. Watching after her, they exploited the situation that she passed out, she had a good breathing, her small tits moved up and down, her pulse got regular. My uncle went inside, loosened her bondage, that my grandpa could take her out of the hold, still without awareness, wrapping her in some softer cloth, and finally laying her to sleep on the straw of the stable, care for her wound, facile.She slept, fitful, but she slept. It was about 10am when she woke up, in the air the smell of fresh coffee, warm bread, butter eggs, the smell of a wonderful breakfast, As her eyes got clear in her box stood a table, covered with a tablecloth, a wide chair, and at the table all these wonderful deliciousness. She moved fast up, moved to the table, when she was brutally restrained, her throat choked, panting for air she fall back. Then she recognized it, a collar at her neck. With her hands, which were free, she could touch it, feel it, analyze it. A belt, leather, 1 inch wide, 1/8 ” thick, formed around her neck, closed, not to open without some tools, wide enough to move conveniently in a limited area, but fastly closing, choking her, when she just tries to leave her allowed area. And the breakfast table was definetly outside this area.It took a while until the door to her box was opened. And there it stood, this piece of a warder, her personal warder, hating her from the first second, bad, begrudging, pure sadism, my dad’s sister, my aunt, this k** of a devil, surely made by grandma and one of her brothers, who already inspected her cunt to find out if she was virgin. Well she had one great benefit, she was a well educated nurse, perfectly whenever something needed to heal, like the grilled cheek of mom, but on the other side with the skill, to bring you with pain at the border of nearly loosing mind, but not making the last step. And she volunteered for this job for the next 3 days, 3 wonderful days with, possibly thaught, her slave and who knew, her later sister-in-law. And for all this she took some free days, some unpaid free days at the hospital she normally worked, not for the money or the health of her patients, no for her fun, for her satisfaction to see how others suffer pain, how they cry, and how she can in some professional limits torture them.But even if she hated mom, like satan hates holy water, her nursing had priority in this special situation, especially because grandpa would have drown her, his own flesh and blood, the one he was tricked with in his youth and forced to marry in this family, yes he would have enjoyed it, to watch her fight under water, if she would attack this possibility to parent, to teach this little slut, to torture her when needed, to gain money with her and to watch, how she would kaçak bahis go her way.And even when she knew about her own risk, the command to help this slim cunt, to safe life and health of this good looking bitch, to look after the wounds of this eye catching slut, this didn’t exclude, that she could have had her own way of fun. First she gave her tetanus, a wonderful injection of serum, not much, but something that needs these wonderful hollow needles, that are availabe from extreme thin to the prefered thicker ones, and my aunt always found the thicker ones, even if the have fallen down in the straw. After looking for the right place, in mom’s case the other cheek, my aunt took the injection like a knife in her hand, the needle 3 perhaps 4 inches infront of this ass looking like painted, and hammered it down in this weak meat , followed by a fast pressure she shot the serum regularly in moms ass. The pain of the needles hit, of the extreme insensitive injection reared her up, forced her to escape, forced her to cry, forced her to run, until the point her collar have shown her her limits again. This time something more brutally, choking her that way, that she has worn some marks for a few days, and she couldn’t move her neck like she normally used to. Shit happens. Gotten horny out of that situation, my aunt undressed a bit, presenting her fat, saggy tits, tits that reminded of udders, softly hanging, cause grandpa stretched them, watching her rivals cute, small, harmonious tits, she got down to her, her lips sensitive enclosing one of these young, beautiful nipples, playing it with her tongue, wider opening her mouth like sucking these small, like an apple looking balls, and ….THEN …WITHIN SECONDS…she turned her face, she became that c***d of a satan, and rammed her teeth in this wonderful meat, right that way, that it didn’t bled, but strong enough, to make it anemic, strong enough to show a light blue dental impression. Then she stood up, winking, a smile in her face, watching her deeply scared victim. Licking with her tongue over her lips, showing that she loved that taste, she left mom, where she was.It took a few minutes, until she came back. Still this smirk in her face, holding a small bottle in her hand, some gauze, and a big piece of a plaster. Suggesting to bite her again, she chased mom in the corner of the box, turning her that way, that she could stand behind her, a direct view on her cheeks. The wound was black, burned, like a steak that has been to long on fire, around it dark red, emergency treated. My aunt, quitted by loud, wonderful loud groaning with pain, started cleaning the area, sometimes sensitive, but only for a few moments. Normally she was rude, for her own pleasure. After cleaning she rubbed the area with some germicide, something based on iodine, and the kind of substance normally only great masochist, like to get on open wounds. But in moms case, my aunt gave her better bit too much, than too less, and all with this pleased smile in her face, as mom reared up for pain. After closing all with gauze and plaster, my aunt couldn’t hold off to give mom a light, but tangible beat at that cheek. Again she cried, and the more mom cried, the more horny my aunt got, wonderful horny. Yes this fat piece of a pig, chubby, with those wobbly spare tyres, she got this not in every moment but sometimes horny thick, wet, fruity pussy, dripping her slime wherever she sat, got horny. And so my mom needed to make her first lesbian experience in her life. forced to stay because of her collar, and a chain my aunt shortened, tha mom only had a really small area to move, undressed now completely, showing all of her belly. Mom in her limited way tried to escape, and as usual she forced herself in the only position she better would have avoided. Now she lay in the straw, face light sidewards, behind her the wall of the box, infront of her this matrone, forcing her head at her long hair in a position she were right between the thighs my aunt, with this always approaching wet, glossy cunt. “Lick !!!”, nothing happened, followed by a bang, “lick!!!”, again nothing happened. My aunt, still sitting over mom’s face turned around, grabbing with one hand a nipple of mom, the other hand forcing mom’s mouth to her crotch, she squeezed, she squeezed like only grandpa did once before. Mom needed to cry and opened her mouth…to be continued….

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