Trials of Pauline Ch 04 "But first, the girls are honor her feel. First, my dear!" He pointed to Polly. She closed her eyes and with great reluctance, curled her hand around the shaft disgusting. She felt it twitch. "Tighter!" He grunted Fagin. "Now you, my dear! Hold it!'' A Rita was obliged cup coarse skin testicles in his hand. Though shy, the two young ladies were elated to feel like weapon still stronger and stiffer. "That's good. It's now pretty hard for Janine enjoy." He went to Janine's face. Her head was held for two of the youths. Eyes focused with fear and disgust at the approaching intruder, Janine watched dirty slide shaft deep into her mouth. Polly shivered. Janine heard grunts in discomfort as Fagin move in and out of her mouth to give. He was unconscious on appeal in the girl's tears soaked eyes. His penis down hard against the roof of your mouth Janine, to stimulate the nerves in the head. Polly was mesmerized at the sight victim burden firmly in the hands holding her to the ground, his eyes show the sheer panic she felt. Take a swipe of his loins, Fagin emptied his seed into the suction mouth, rammed into it until the very last drop of his vileness to splash and dribbled down his throat. Janine was able to swallow air into his lungs again. Thankfully, he was still able to breathe when her throat was clogged with glue-like fluid. "There, my dear. I enjoyed it. Sometime in the near future, you too can enjoy the pleasures of my ejaculation. Meanwhile, I wish to keep your virginity total. You can have it now, Towser." While Fagin put your pants back, a man named Towser quickly came before Janine, unzipped his pants, already bulging with lust. His short stubby penis firmly foreskinned was quickly thrust into the mouth of Janine, still oozing Fagin's sperm. Janine looked confused and desperately wondering how to avoid repeating degrading act. Grasping her head firmly, Towser held her still and plunged the phallus into her so much that its very foundation, brown curls tickling Janine nostrils. Her eyes looked up, appealing to him to have some compassion. But the young man was too excited cause too much pain for the victim. After a few blows to the mouth of his loins bucked, releasing the penis from Janine faces. His sperm spurted thickly over his face, running down his chin. The other two men, Jack and Nipper, were busy masturbating over her shoulders with frantic strokes. Their sperm erupted over her hair and shoulders, dribbling on her breasts. The victim was exhausted. Drained of all emotions. Completed. Suddenly Fagin raised his old watering, full of stagnant water. He held it over her, a stream of cold water splashing over her shoulders and breasts. Janine gasped at the cold flood. Her humiliation was complete. No penalty shall be submitted fully to the will of Fagin. Complete overhaul of young women humiliated Polly and Rita. Their own will were now under the control of Fagin. They would not dare refuse him anything asked of them. Fagin turned to the harsh, dark-haired young man. He was still crouched on the straw, like a dog to track the degradation of a man who defied Fagin. The erection remained firm and hard. "Noah! Are you dishonor your trust and must be punished. Maybe Janine revenge for his own death." Janine helped to his feet. Old horse whip was handed to her.
"Stand in the middle of the floor, Noah!" Fagin order. "You must be punished for attacking these innocent virgins with an evil devil. Must defeat the demons of you, and conquer the devil itself. " The girls watched, confused, as he stood facing them, the stiffness load up. Janine stood up, her body dripping with renewed determination expression on his face. She took the old whip, which fell to the floor. Location herself a few feet to his left, Janine weighed leather gun in his right hand, testing his balance. When he was ready, she turned her body, she raised her hand and lashed. Tanga crawled with air dash. So cool! Noah bit his buttocks. His shoulders fell back with a lurch, sending his phallus into a wild swing. His eyes screwed with pain. He took his manhood pressing against his stomach to protect it from any stray eyelash. As a second whip struck home low on the buttocks, curled around his right side to increase the scarlet Fleck on the front of the thigh. Buttocks swayed again. Painful heat was bursting crotch, coursing blood to the genitals. His penis was on fire with lust. The young man began slowly pumping up and down the shaft. But the youth of eighteen can not hold his crisis long as the shaft is burning. Encouraged by the third slash across his bottom, his hips began to twitch. As the fourth whip curled around his thigh, girls gasped when they saw balls of white starchy liquid spit out over hairy stomach. The force of ejaculation scared, but excited at the same time. This time he really proved itself in full force and rupture penis. Previous ejaculation into the mouth of Janine, or partially hidden from the eyes of others. But here, in front of them, was spouting penis. Spurt after spurt of man juice like a volcano. It was awe-inspiring, overwhelming them with a sense of respect for male authority. "Let this be a lesson to all of you!" Cried Fagin. "And as for you two young virgins, if you are kind to me, I will be kind to you. But if you try to escape the punishment will be severe and total." He turned to James, who stood on one side throughout the proceedings, watching the punishment meted out to his half-sister with an expression of indifference. "James, my dear, that gave me the intelligence of this meeting, Rita begins her training with you." To Rita suddenly screamed and ran for the door. But a leg shot off her. There was live. Polly ducked back into the shadows under the hay-loft as her boyfriend grabbed a few pairs of hands pulled her back into the center of the barn. There, she was forced to his knees with his back against the center post. Her arms were wrenched behind her, around the back part of the paper, tied with a length of old rope. Fagin came at her with anger in his eyes, the old rusty pitch-fork in his hand. Rita let out blood curdling scream, expecting to be pointed, but the pitch-fork pinned her neck upright wooden, two spikes, like a giant staple under the jaw bones and buried deep into the wood. "Bitch!" Fagin roared when pierced her place. Pitch fork handle took Nipper. Fagin Rita came to the right and hit her hard on the face with his open hand. Angry red spot appeared on his face. The red trickle from the corner of the mouth where the lower teeth had cut inner face. He spat in his face. When the red streaks of blood running down her face; it turned white as a wall. Her eyes were full of terror.
"Next time you try it," he growled, "fork gets you in the gut." Then he took her head violently rotating to the other side. Waiting there was James. His penis was ready. Stiff and proud. Rita stared at him, her lips trembling with nervousness. Although admired the weapon, Rita was afraid of choking on it. Never seen anything so big and long in the mouth. James straddled shaft pitch-fork, rolled the blunt end of his lips. Rita froze, winced at his touch. She knew that he had to open his mouth, if he was to avoid another painful blow on his face. With uncertainty, eyes looking up at James in regret, waiting for the moment of entry. He smiled at her, James slowly pulled the thick shaft between her lips. Panic swept over her. She was choking. She felt bad. But James pulled back to give her time to breath before shoving his penis into her mouth again. In this way, he walked deeper with each stroke of his shaft exploded, splattering his semen into the young woman's mouth. As he withdrew, she tasted the juice man in the neck and like the taste. Rita watched phallus withdraw from between his lips, dribbling sperm still oozing from his eyes. She was fascinated. "There, my dear," he said Fagin. "It was not too hard, was it? With a little more practice you must fellate as an expert. You'll get it!" Janine again donned during the trial of Rita, but her hair was matted and wet. She would go into the shower immediately returned to their bedroom. Her clit burned. She was desperate for fulfillment. Fagin smiled at them, but there was no humor in his voice. "I have a friend, my dears, who loves fried nipples. Had I told him where you sleep, it will creep into your bed. While you sleep, your most vulnerable, will slice off the tender buds. No girl he can not escape. Compared with him Dear, I'm an angel! So, you three girls to come back here next Saturday at the same time, my dear. Or else ... " A hand pulled hand over Polly breasts threatening gesture. Polly shuddered at the thought, with particular excitement stadium - to lose the nipple has to be the most humiliating and painful thing besides losing clitoris. It was at that moment, that Polly realized that they were slaves Fagin, do what he would have wanted. She was lucky to have escaped that day with nothing more than a filthy feel her genitals. But Polly knew that her days were numbered virginity. The idea to disturb her, filling her with fear and delight.