A fun time

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A fun time

A sadistic queen awhile sports with a prisoner.

The jailer opened the cell door, I chose for that position by his great sadism, and I’m checking it is really indicated, are opens the way through piles of imundos with whips and kicking prisoners, insults while opening furrows of blood on his skin, making the chosen blindfolds him and drags hair by irregular stones out of the ground to dirty prison . Once outside takes him kicking and whipping down a hallway to a stone staircase leading to the torture chamber, on top of it kicks by rolling by 30 steps of hard stone, I can see the pleasure in his eyes I saw as it falls.

_¿Algo more Lady

. _No I undertake, but deserve a reward,&lt you gift to one of the prisoners from the dungeon;/p>

_Gracias Señora._Y kneels before me kissing my boot.

_Te You can go.

When standing saw the wicked smile on his lips and fire in her eyes, they portend a lot of pain for a poor man.

Lower slowly the stairs, my soles of metal produce delicious to my ears snap, I see the prisoner lying on the ground, his filthy skin, extreme thinness, his eyes wet band, really disgusts me and prompts me to beat him, to see him suffer. When I reached him I put my foot on his sad penis, I keep it for a while feeling the cold metal of my soles against her skin, the worm groans, then squeezed with all my strength and I see him writhing in pain on my feet, Beautiful, sweet sound that they produce the screams. I took him by the hair picked him up and put a belt to pull it hangs it, and drive it to the torture room feeling his drowning.

Inside I remove the band, squints in the light of torches and when it is customary watches me, sees my fancy suit, aggressive patent leather boots with soles of metal that extend up above my knee, a leather corset if my highlights of great attributes, my hands gloved leather spend my elbow and cover part of my arm. When it crosses my gaze low emerald head and throwing his body to the floor begs for mercy. I like to see him beg, as helpless as a fly in the web, asking mercy, a piety that I’m not going to concede.

_¡Cerdo _Le !, I cry while brutally kicked his face imunda.

Man falls staining the floor and my boot with blood. I put my boot on his face, pressed my wad on her cheek and cheekbone pop feel, the worm yells, his mouth betrays agony, then I stand on your belly and cries become more intense, more and more excited trampling their chest breaking a rib in each step.

_¿Te Laughingly asked hurts _

This pathetic as me being bored, so a heel I open my throat and I am enjoying his pain until he dies.

I leave the torture chamber, which do not use any instrument, and go looking for the jailer, she will know how to satisfy me.