Finally, when he reached to give the key of the choke-pear another half turn, Elena’s back arched and she moaned into his face. He nodded, satisfied, and went back to choose another tool from the table of oblation. Trailing the braided end of a vicious single-tail whip from her crotch to her face he paused to let her kiss its tip then moved around to blowjob stand between her open legs. He kissed her cunt once and then laid into her groin, stomach and thighs with the whip, forehand and backhand strokes falling in quick succession. Elena gasped and panted through the first three blows and then tossed her head back and screamed, straining desperately at the strong hands restraining her when the whip sliced into her cunt. The plaited leather whistled around Dmitri’s head and teen bit deeply into the soft, smooth skin; soon her screams became thin and breathless. Dmitri threw the whip back with the others. Put her in the manacles” he commanded. They set about chaining her to the altar as he returned to the oblate to choose her next torment. Elena reached her arms and legs out to them to be pulled tight and cuffed, wincing when the movement disturbed the steels piercing her breasts and stretched the raw welts across her crotch. She quivered as he laid four lengths of fine chain, each tipped with a wicked steel barb, across her round belly. His finger idly stroked her reddened cunt and came away slick with her juices; he sucked it thoughtfully. “You want me to fuck you” he murmured. Suddenly his voice became colder. “But I will only fuck you after you are dead”. Elena sighed and rolled her hips shamelessly. Dmitri watched her face closely as he bent to press a steel hook through her engorged nipple. She stiffened slightly and then licked her lips and moaned as his strong fingers reached to pierce the other. He passed the ends of the two chains to Alexandra and to the buxom victim on Elena’s other side. With his huge hands guiding theirs, he made them stretch her breasts up and apart so that they stood like cones from her chest. Moving around the altar he rested his elbows between her thighs and took one of the remaining hooks. He positioned it at the inside of a glistening cunt-lip and then paused. His hand moved towards his cock but he reached instead for the other hook and dragged the sharp, steel points down both Elena’s quivering inner thighs over and over again until she wore bloody stripes from groin to knees and bared her white teeth in a tormented grimace. Her transfixed breasts heaved, cruelly stretched by asian hooks and chains, and the tendons in cum her neck and shoulders showed hard and tight under their sheathing of milky-white flesh. Dmitri leant over her. “You are dying” he said and kissed her passionately, only their mouths touching. He gave the screw at the handle of the pear a full turn and she screamed her anguish into his mouth. At last, he pushed each hook slowly cumshot through the flesh of her labia, one after the other, and had the two victims at the foot of the altar pull the chains taut, stretching her cunt open. Deftly and coldly he took up a long, thin needle and stabbed it straight through her erect clit – wrenching a full-throated howl from her - then took a long knife from the brazier. “I could plunge this straight into your heart and it would all be over” he said calmly, “but I might take much longer. I reached for her and pulled her to the sofa, pushed her to her back asian then stepped between her legs and probed with my prick for her pussy. She got more and more agitated, panting, thrusting her hips violently against Doris, until she came off with a long cry of "Yessssss!" We slept on a king-sized bed, which, while large, was at its limit comfortably accommodating three people, all of which cum liked to stretch and roll while they slept. I moaned when my first shot blowjob of hot cum filled her mouth. I made sure to keep my flashlight pointed at the spot teen where it had landed so that she could find it. It was Sunday morning while my phone waked me up. "I... “Woof-woof.” Julia whispered cumshot when we parted, her emeralds full of love. I didn't have to pretend to be just a daughter. Would Seth make his move?