Extreme Sadism (Rape and Sadism Adult Fiction)

Extreme abuse

Spokesperson: March 12

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Peter lay flat on the bed wrapped in plastic, looking at a small window with iron bars in the corner, feeling numb. He was wearing only a pair of dirty underwear, and the dark basement smelled like moldy feces.

The hour hand on the old wall clock has pointed to five. The hostess will be back soon, Peter thought. Unconsciously, my cock jumped a few times in my sticky underwear.

Peter jumped out of bed and took out a dog bowl full of water from under the bed. He drank a little and jumped back into bed. It's ten past five. The hostess will be back soon.

Five thirty-five.

There were sounds of doors opening and closing upstairs, followed by the sound of footsteps in high heels on the stairs. Peter quickly jumped out of bed and knelt by the door like a dog. There were sounds of locks being opened outside the door, and then the hostess appeared at the door.

Peter's mistress is a secretary in a large office. In order to make a living, she has to endure the hardships and humiliation in the company every day. But like Peter, she has often had BDSM sexual fantasies since she was a child. The difference is that she likes to abuse men. She didn't want a normal relationship or marriage at all. She had always fantasized about having a slave that belonged entirely to her. Half a year ago, she celebrated her 28th birthday. When she saw the shallow wrinkles around her eyes in the mirror, she decided not to live passively anymore. She decided to do what she wanted to do, so she placed a personal advertisement in an underground tabloid in a metropolitan city in the neighboring province.

Five days after the ad was published, a 23-year-old man named Peter called...

The mistress is about five feet eight and weighs one hundred and thirty pounds. Red, slightly curved long French cape. Green eyes, long eyelashes. The chest is not particularly large, but it is quite even. All the pubic hair on the lower body was shaved off, with only some red hair very close to the labia. Peter personally likes women with no pubic hair. Of course, even if the mistress really has hair, he can only imagine it.

The hostess walked into the basement, closed the door, locked it, walked to the bed and sat down, she never looked at Peter. The hostess rubbed her eyes with both hands, and she looked very tired from the day's work. Peter crawled to his mistress's feet without saying a word. He was not allowed to say anything without the hostess's permission, and Peter certainly knew the rules.

The hostess turned on the TV and slowly ate the burrito she bought on her way home from get off work, ignoring Peter. Occasionally, the hostess would spit the food in her mouth onto the bed, and Peter would pick it up and eat it without saying a word. After about half an hour, the hostess wiped her mouth and turned off the TV.

Peter knew that the time had come to serve his mistress.

"Go to bed," said the hostess coldly.

Peter climbed onto the bed, facing his mistress, and knelt in front of her, his cock already beginning to harden. The hostess took off her coat and hung it carefully by the door. Then she walked up to Peter in her underwear. She looked at Peter, then without warning, spat in his face. Sticky saliva flowed down Peter's face onto the bed covered with plastic sheeting.

The hostess also climbed onto the bed and took off her panties. She lay on the bed and raised her asshole.

"Lick it clean for me!" the mistress ordered.

Peter quickly turned around and knelt down facing the mistress's asshole. Today, it seemed that the hostess's anus was not wiped after defecation, and the dried feces were stuck around the hostess's pink anus. The hostess often deliberately does not take a shower or wipe her butt. Peter lowered his head, buried his face in the crack of the mistress's buttocks, and then began to clean the mistress's asshole with his tongue. Peter ate his mistress's feces almost every day, so he was naturally familiar with the slightly bitter taste. He first diluted the mistress's dried feces with his saliva, and then carefully licked the feces clean and swallowed it bit by bit. The hostess lay on the bed with her eyes closed.

When Peter licked off all the feces that had not been wiped clean, he began to use his tongue to explore deep into the mistress's asshole. There is a slightly smelly but extremely sexy smell in the mistress's asshole. Peter felt his cock getting harder and harder, and finally he couldn't help but rub his glans gently against the mistress's anus.

"Bastard!" The hostess felt something wrong with her anus, turned around and scolded Peter. "Who told you to stick your dirty cock in my ass? You shit-eating bastard!"

"Madam, I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." Peter said in panic.

"Shut up!" the hostess yelled. “Kneel down!”

Normally, the hostess's temper isn't so bad. Looks like she had a bad day at work and came home to take it out on her slave.

"Slap yourself in the mouth. Stop now when I tell you to!" the mistress ordered.

Peter attacked left and right, hitting himself hard in the face.

After about two minutes, the mistress ordered him to stop.

The hostess sat down against the head of the bed and spread her legs.

"Come here and lick my pussy!" Then she turned on the TV and let Peter give her a blowjob while watching the show on TV.

Peter crawled over to his mistress and began to lick her pussy. The mistress's pussy is very tight and needs to be opened by hand. The outer labia were stained with urine that had not been wiped clean, so Peter naturally did not argue and licked it attentively. There was some drama playing on TV and the hostess giggled from time to time. Sometimes I laughed so hard that some urine even flowed out of my pussy. Peter's penis was so hard that it was about to burst, but he dared not move without the mistress's permission.

Half an hour later, the drama on TV was over. The hostess turned off the TV and kicked Peter's head slightly away with her foot.

"Come here, I need to relieve myself now, come here and be my toilet!"

Peter naturally knew what this meant. The mistress likes to play games of shit and urine, and Peter eats the mistress's feces almost every day. It was a little hard to swallow at first, but after a while, I got used to it. Sometimes, even when I was lying in the basement, I missed my mistress's feces.

Peter lay flat on the bed, and the mistress squatted over his head and aimed her cunt at his mouth. After a while, the golden urine divided into two streams and flowed out from her vagina. Peter licked the stream of urine, and the salty and bitter urine flowed into his mouth. Then the mistress moved forward a little and aimed her anus at her urine-stained mouth.

"Speak." The mistress ordered.

Peter had to beg and thank his mistress before eating her shit.

"Please, mistress, give me your sweet scent. I beg you, I beg you."

The hostess fiddled with Peter's penis with her hands, and at the same time used her abdomen to push out the feces that had been held in for a long time.

The mistress suddenly let out a loud fart, and Peter immediately covered the mistress's anus completely with his mouth, and the fart stench spread around Peter's face. The mistress's asshole began to open in Useless's mouth, and then a yellow piece of shit pushed out and onto Peter's tongue.

"Bite it off for me!" ordered the mistress.

Once the stool is bitten off, the smell becomes stronger. As soon as Peter bit off a piece of feces, more feces entered his mouth. Today, the mistress had a lot of feces, and she defecated very quickly, so Peter couldn't keep up for a while.

"You bastard toilet, if you can't eat it right now, won't you vomit it out?"

Peter spat out the feces in his mouth and smeared it on the mistress's breasts and his own cock. The hostess lifted her butt and pulled out some slightly thinner but softer golden-yellow feces. A bitter taste filled Peter's mouth. He raised his head and used his tongue to stir the hanging feces in the mistress's anus. The mistress started to urinate into Peter's mouth again, turning all the semi-dry feces into semi-liquid state.

"Drink it!"

Peter drank the mistress's feces and urine in big gulps, and soon he felt his stomach bloated. When he thought that his stomach was full of the mistress's noble feces, his feces-covered cock suddenly became erect again.

"Now lick all the shit off my ass, don't let me find out you're cutting corners." The mistress lifted her ass slightly to give Peter more space to work.

Peter held the mistress's snow-white ankles with both hands, raised his head and began to carefully clean the feces off the mistress's buttocks. The mistress continued to squat and let Peter lick her for a while, and then she simply lay on Peter's belly. The feces rubbed between the two people's bodies, pulling out sticky feces threads, and the hostess was immediately aroused.

The mistress began to take Peter's cock into her mouth, which was covered with her own bitter shit. The temperature in the basement was very high, and the smell of urine, feces and sweat mixed and evaporated. The mistress sucked Peter's cock up and down with her mouth, and from time to time she gently licked the cock head covered with feces with her tongue.

The mistress rarely gave him oral sex, and Peter felt very excited. He didn't dare to be lazy and carefully licked the feces off the mistress's butt and swallowed it. The mistress's pussy was very wet, and love juice flowed down from time to time, dripping onto Peter's chin.

After a while, Peter couldn't bear it anymore and started to ejaculate wildly. The mistress held the semen in her mouth but did not swallow it. Then she opened her mouth and thrust Peter's softening cock deep into her mouth several times. She stood up, turned around, and suddenly vomited all over Peter's face as he lay on the bed. Half-digested dinner, Peter's own semen and feces fell on Peter's face and body like a waterfall.

The mistress wiped her mouth, put her right foot on Peter's forehead and let the urine flow down her legs onto the filth on Peter's face.

The hostess got out of bed and began to wipe herself with one of Peter's blankets.

"That's all for tonight. You are not allowed to clean up tonight and sleep in my shit. Tomorrow before I go to work I will watch you lick and eat the entire bed." After that, he threw the blanket at Peter's feet.

The hostess turned up the heat to thirty degrees and went upstairs.

Peter rolled over in the filth of his bed and took a deep breath. He ran his hands over the bed, imagining how his mistress had just abused him, with a smile on his face.

Tomorrow...a new day.

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