The Sex Slave's Final Punishment (BDSM, Multiple partners)

excessica publishing

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 12,000
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THEY ARE STRANGERS IN A STRANGE, SEXED-UP LAND. THEY SOUGHT FREEDOM, AND NOW THEY MUST PAY THE PRICE.

Gina, Max and Greg have been caught trying to escape from the dictator’s clutches. They must now willingly submit to sexual indignities by the guards, who see them as nothing more than playthings.

Most final of all, they are sentenced to death by the Guillotine.

Can Gina find a way out for herself and her friends, or must she succumb to their final, very public hour?

This 12000 word BDSM novelette is the final volume of ‘The Initiation 3’ series. ‘The Initiation 1’ and ‘The Initiation 2’ have sold well over 95,000 copies.

The Sex Slave's Final Punishment (BDSM, Multiple partners)
1 Ratings (2.0)

The Sex Slave's Final Punishment (BDSM, Multiple partners)

excessica publishing

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 12,000
1 Ratings (2.0)
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I get an inkling of what they are talking about as the guard places his hand on my bare thigh. He lifts it and pulls my right leg onto his clothed lap, so that my pussy is displayed like an open anemone. The driver takes his hand off the wheel long enough to do the same to my left leg.

I am now as open as an invitation card. Where they want me to be. I am extremely aware of how I must look, with my red pussy displayed to the windshield – zooming head on like a bull to the elements beyond. A trickle of juice leaks from my vagina to stain the seat. I flush. I wonder if they notice this.

They will soon enough, because the guard begins to caress my pussy. His fingers and thumb are very clever, surprisingly, and he soon strokes and rubs my clit into what passes for an erection in my nubile, female body. My toes curl and I feel a paean of illicit sensation as he oozes his fingers into the folds between my labia and clit.

Ohhhh.

I long to close my legs. But his fingers dig in further. Rub, stroke, back, forth. I steal a look at his face, and he is not looking down at my pussy at all. Rather, he is eyeing my face. Gauging how I am reacting to his probing. I’m afraid my face and high color betray it all.

He massages me until I am twitching and grinding my crotch against the cracked leather seat in ecstasy. I can’t help myself. My body has its own pleasure havens, and my mind can scant overrule their natural libidos.

The men are laughing at my reaction. I can bet they are saying:

“Filthy whore.”

“Skanky American.”

“Fucking cunt.”

One finger dips into my creamy hole. And then deeper. He’s practically coring my vaginal tunnel. Another finger joins the first. He’s stretching me. Seeing how much my walls can and will resist.

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