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Feature Writer: Regis
Feature Title: Mary Milkmaid Meets The Cunt Killers 6
Published: 12.10.2024
Story Codes: Erotic Horror, Snuff, Young Ones, Abuse
Synopsis: Mary, a single mom, lost her first child early, and her doctor suggested because she had such substantial mammaries, that she take a job he knew of at a research station at the university, where she would become a full-time milkmaid. She took the job, and was startled they were researching the feeding by nursing of children up to puberty! Then she stumbled upon the real reason for the research, the production of shocking snuff videos, and her life was now at extreme risk.
Mary Milkmaid Meets The Cunt Killers 6
The man pumping his rigid cock into the girl’s tight asshole was nearing orgasm, and sensing this, Mavis now used the weapon on the little girl’s screaming face, raising welts on her cheeks and nose, but being careful not to snap the whip’s tip near her eyes, which would probably blind her or permanent damage to her.
The child sagged into unconsciousness as the man finished his ejaculation into her, and he pulled his large prick out of her. The little girl hung there motionless, and gradually the tape Mary was watching faded to black. Mary sighed and pulled her fingers from her cunt, self-conscious now as she realized she was being watched, certainly by several others.
The tape was played a third time, and when it got to the detailed shots of the sharp snapping of the whip against that pouting little cunt and the distention of that beautiful little organ, Mary was pumping at her cunt vigorously, fist fucking herself, and she entered a prolonged orgasm.
She had a sudden thrill as she realized that the distended vagina on the child would remain outside her body, like a thick penis, and would never retract. Mary was glad she was a woman and not a man and would be able to enjoy another orgasm as soon as she wished.
She hoped the tape would be shown again, as she was starting to see it as very exciting. Another tape was now played. It was much shorter than the first. In it, an attractive young woman entered a room with the man who had worn the leather straps in the first video, except this time they were both fully clothed.
The woman’s head was bowed, and Mary admired her long brown hair with long bangs. The woman started taking off her clothes, as did the man, and she was careful to not look him in the eyes. She had a firm well-shaped figure, and Mary guessed her to be in her mid-twenties.
Mary was particularly impressed when the young woman removed her bra, revealing her remarkable breasts. They were large, though not nearly as big as Mary’s, but they were so beautiful the gorgeous boobs completely dominated Mary’s attention.
The woman’s large breasts were perfectly shaped, firm yet resilient, and her tan was marked with a narrow band of paleness from the wearing of a bikini. Her hips also revealed a tiny bikini line, and the interruptions to her tan were so thin that the costume must have revealed more of her private parts than it could have concealed.
This well-tanned young woman either did her tanning in private or was the hit of the beach. There was a single rope hanging from the ceiling, and when she was naked, without being told to do so, she stood under the rope with her wrists together and raised.
The man, now naked himself, came into the camera’s range to tie her hands to it. She was completely naked, except for a pair of black high-heeled shoes. The man tied a pair of other ropes to her ankles and bound them to floor hooks so that her legs were forced to remain widespread.
In this position, her crotch with her pretty sex organ was now entirely vulnerable. The man wore the same leather straps as he had in the first video, and Mary assumed he had them on under his clothing because there had been no time for him to undress and put them on.
When the woman’s hands were secured, he placed a leather helmet over her head. The device was quickly revealed to be much more than a helmet. It covered her whole head and her face. It had pads that pressed against her eyes, plugs and pads that fit into and over her ears.
It was also equipped with a penis-sized plug that fit into her mouth. Several straps held it tightly in place, and it had a narrow opening that allowed her to breathe through her nose, but otherwise, her most powerful senses, sight and hearing, were completely closed off to her.
When he was satisfied that she was ready, the man taped across his knuckles a pair of thin strips of foam, more to protect him from injury than her, and then he pulled on a pair of shiny leather gloves, with the ends of the fingers clipped off revealing the ends of his fingers.
He fastened the snaps at the wrists of the gloves to secure them so that they wouldn’t come loose during the impending beating. The naked man had the build of a boxer, and he moved with complete authority, which Mary found intriguing. She felt a knot building in her chest and another in her gut.
She had seen a young woman being beaten on the street outside her apartment once but had to leave before she saw what happened. Her eyes were riveted to the television set, and she watched in fascination as the man examined the woman’s body, both feeling her and letting her feel the smooth leather of the gloves he wore.
He ran his hands over her back and her breasts, then let them slide down her tight stomach to the small patch of curled black pubic hair she had left at the base of her belly. It was clipped so that her thick pubic lips and the thin inner vagina lips were visible.
The ends of his exposed fingers probed the delicate private flesh of her delectable sex organ almost intimately. His hand gently lifted her chin, then his other fist drove like a pile driver into her stomach. He stood back, not touching her, then slammed a fist into her left breast, flattening it against her ribs so that it bulged obscenely around his tight fist.
The bizarre penis gag in the woman’s mouth made it impossible for her to scream. Her other senses were also blocked, so that she would have no warning when a violent blow was coming, or where it would land. She was totally at the mercy of the man, and because of her restraints, she could not react in any way.
Mary flinched and squealed in horror at each blow. She was fascinated by but was not used to the extreme violence being delivered to this woman, who curiously had so willingly submitted to it. There was a slow but deliberate rhythm to the brutal beating, making it more terrifying.
As she watched, she started to count the seconds between blows so that she could be prepared for the next. She counted exactly eight seconds between each violent blow. The man had battered the woman’s beautiful breasts so severely with his powerful fists that the big boobs were bright red, the veins standing up on the surface high enough to cast shadows.
Her battered mammaries were swollen more than Mary would have imagined possible. The powerful man moved around to her side and began driving his fists into her kidneys. ‘Christ, that has to hurt!’ Mary thought. The woman’s whole body jolted with each violent blow.
No matter how much Mary braced herself, she also flinched as much now with each blow as she had on watching the beginning of the vicious beating, and she felt as if she were herself being battered with each terrible blow to the bound and hooded woman.
What made it more terrifying was the long evenly-timed wait between each punch. It was both too long and not long enough. Moisture began to drip from the distended lips of the woman’s vagina, and as the brutal beating continued, the bitch’s firm buttocks parted, her anus opened and she involuntarily evacuated.
This unexpected release of the lady’s firm shit was like comic relief. Mary had never imagined she would see a woman having the shit beaten out of her. Mary could hear the contact of the man’s leather-bound fists with the hanging female meat astonishingly clearly,
She was unable to cover her eyes when she knew the next punch to the hooded nude woman was coming. She discovered to her surprise that she was masturbating again. This beating was a fucking turn-on! She didn’t know when her hand had gone back to her cunt, but it was damp and eager for the special rubbing she gave herself.
There was a new sound with the next several punches, and Mary realized that the man was systematically snapping the woman’s ribs with his big hard fists. She was sagging from lack of strength to stand up on her very high-heeled shoes under the severe beating.
The ropes on her ankles tied to floor bolts kept her knees wide spread. The man moved around in front of her, and without breaking the slow tempo of the violent beating, he transferred his attention to pounding on the woman’s cleanly exposed cunt.
Her body jerked in quite a different way with the heavy blows up into her sex meat. It was almost as if he were driving her cunt back up into her guts. After at least a dozen direct and powerful blows to the cunt, the sex meat was so tenderized that the man’s fist broke through.
His entire fist was buried inside her fuck muscle! The man immediately jerked his fist out of her damaged vagina, and exactly eight seconds later hammered his other fist into her cunt, with the same result. When he withdrew it, blood gushed from the torn vaginal cavity.
For the first time, Mary noticed that the woman’s head had sagged and was now still, as she had lost consciousness, but the man continued the beating for several more minutes. These blows were now directed at her swollen breasts and bruised lower body.
Mary wondered if the woman was unconscious. She thought that she would at least see signs of breathing. She saw no apparent movement. Suddenly she felt a cold chill and looked desperately for signs that the woman was still alive. She saw none.
THE END OF CHAPTER SIX