Another tale from Q's Club One of the Club's members defaults on a payment. Q offers him a stark choice. Will he go, or stay and face the heavy penalty?
My eyes watered, tears mixing with the drool, streaming down my face as I was face fucked into oblivion, the sound of my gagging and screaming the only music in the dark room. The assault was so intense, so overwhelming, that my body began to rebel. It was not just saliva. It was a physical expulsion of fluids triggered by the sheer thickness of the intrusion. I gagged, a convulsive heave that had no escape route, and it came out in a thick, clear stream of mucus.
Would you let your boss see your wife naked if he offered you $500.00? Is full frontal nudity all that bad when the money is good? What if he wanted more? What if he offered twice the money to spank her? What if he wanted still more than that and was willing to pay even more? Where would you draw the line? After all, he is your boss, he the one signing your payroll check.
Firstly, apologies to all witches; I know that this tale has no bearing on your ways and practices, it is pure fantasy. Back in the 1600's the 'Witchfinder General' was responsible for the deaths of over 300 women, many totally innocent, others persecuted for their beliefs. A pledge for vengeance on all those descending from one Matthew Hopkins is confirmed by a coven, whose dark order is passed down the generations by its dominant female members; their quest to eliminate, relentless.
Small, blond, "pretty" fourteen-year-old Eddie has a winning scheme going for him in robbing the houses of men of rank with a secret fetish of using boys like him roughly in late nineteenth-century London. It only will work if he is willing to put up with some really kinky and painful using, however.
This story chronicles the life of four women, all in the sex trade. It tells in their own words how they got started and what brought them into the sex trade world.