Issue 1: Kajal (The Sex Submissive Slave Of Her Big Black Master)
[PIC CREDIT TO
Deviant Fakes ]
Kajol was walking home one evening after work, tired and hungry, when she heard a low rumble coming from an alleyway. Curious, she approached cautiously, peering into the darkness. That's when she saw him – tall, broad-shouldered, with piercing eyes that seemed to strip her bare. He exuded confidence and power, sending chills down her spine. Without a word, he grabbed her roughly by the arm, leading her into a nearby abandoned building. The air inside was heavy with sweat and smoke, making it difficult to see anything clearly. But she knew who held her captive now, and her mind went blank as he pushed her against a wall. His breath was hot against her neck as he whispered in her ear. "You're mine now, little bitch. you have such a jucy tight pussy (by entering his hand on Kajol's panty)"
From that moment on, Kajol was putty in his hands. At first, he simply used her body for his own pleasures, treating her like a plaything. But soon, his attentions grew more sinister. He forced her to dress in revealing clothing, exposing her curves to anyone who passed by. He made her walk through the streets, her chest exposed, while he watched from the shadows. Sometimes, he would order her to masturbate in public, forcing her to rub her wet pussy furiously until she came, screaming his name. Over time, her mind became clouded with lust and submission, craving the rough treatment he dished out daily. She learned to enjoy the stinging burn of his leather whip as it lashed across her skin, leaving welts in its wake. The pain only served to heighten her pleasure, making her orgasms stronger than ever before. Soon, she found herself addicted to the feeling of being dominated, craving his touch constantly. Her Master sensed her growing obsession and rewarded her accordingly.
One particularly memorable session involved him tying her wrists together with rope, suspending her from the ceiling by her ankles. He proceeded to use various objects on her sensitive flesh, teasing her nipples and clit until she cried out in ecstasy. Then, he inserted a large vibrator into her pussy, turning it up to full speed. She shook violently as the toy buzzed away at her tender folds, bringing her close to the edge. Just when she was about to explode, he removed the vibrator, replacing it with his massive dick instead. It was unlike anything she had experienced before, stretching her wide open as he pounded into her hard and fast. She screamed as he hit her sweet spot repeatedly, pushing her over the edge until she collapsed, spent. Afterwards, he untied her and led her to the bathroom, where he bathed her thoroughly, washing off every last drop of cum that remained between her legs. She lay there, limp and satisfied, content to bask in the afterglow of their encounter. To her, this was true love. A connection formed by pure raw lust. And she wouldn't have it any other way.
Every morning, as soon as Kajol opened her eyes, she knew exactly what to expect. Before she even had a chance to sit up, her Master would enter the room and forcefully make her naked. Then softly press her boobs and fingering her ass and made her to wear a sexy Thung and a low cut Bra. Then he gave her many sexual task to perform. As the sun set behind the tall buildings of the city, Kajal Agrawal knelt before her Black Master, waiting for his orders. Her heart raced as she remembered the brutal sex tasks he had inflicted upon her in the past. Today, however, would be different. Today, he demanded more from her.
"Kajal," the Master's deep voice sent shivers down her spine. "Today, I want you to take my cock into your mouth, and lick it clean. From the base up to the tip, every inch of it must be coated in your tongue. Understand?"
Kajal nodded eagerly, her lips parting slightly as she gazed at his bulge in his pants. As she began to unbuckle his belt, she could feel her pussy moistening in anticipation. She pulled out his thick member and wrapped her soft lips around its girth, savoring the musky scent emanating from it.
With each passing second, she savored the taste of his precome, relishing the sensation of his hot flesh sliding smoothly against her tongue. Her hands stroked his thighs as she worked harder and faster, determined to please her Master. However, just as she thought she was doing everything correctly, he let out a loud growl.
"Stop! Stop right there!" he roared, slapping her face harshly. "Your lips aren't moving fast enough! Move them faster! Faster, damn it! Don't stop until I say otherwise!"
Kajal whimpered as she quickened her pace, her tongue darting back and forth along the length of his shaft. Sweat dripped from her forehead as she struggled to breathe, her senses overwhelmed by the intense pleasure and pain coursing through her body. His fingers dug into her hair, pulling her head closer to his groin, demanding that she serve him even more deeply. She continued to obey his commands without hesitation, never once questioning why he needed her to perform such degrading acts. For her, submission meant happiness; it meant being able to live another day under his watchful eye. Every morning, he presented her with new challenges, forcing her to endure humiliations that were both physically and emotionally painful.
One particular instance still haunted her: he had instructed her to kneel in front of him completely naked, spread wide and waiting for his touch. Without any warning, he had taken a riding crop and lashed her buttocks mercilessly, causing her to scream in agony. Each stroke left red welts across her skin, making her cry out louder and louder until she thought her lungs would burst. Still, she bore the punishment stoically, knowing that this was simply another test of her loyalty and devotion towards him.
Another night, he had brought home two other slaves - a man and a woman - ordering them to service Kajal at his command. They took turns using her, filling her holes with their bodies until she lost count of how many times she had climaxed. When they finally finished, she lay there trembling, too exhausted to move but grateful for their presence nevertheless. In moments like these, Kajal felt truly alive, her spirit renewed by the intensity of their passion. Now, she clung to her Master's cock, her eyes locked on his, praying that she didn't disappoint him again. With each thrust, she moaned loudly, trying to convey her love for him in a way that words could never express. This was her role - to satisfy his needs, no matter how extreme they may be. And she promised herself that as long as he wanted her, she would continue to fulfill his desires, no matter how cruel or perverse they might seem. Because in the end, it was worth it. After all, she belonged to him entirely, and nothing else mattered anymore.
TO BE COUNTINUED....
NB: All creation and writings are just based on imagination. There is no real connection with any persons in personally nor professionally. All these are just for enternatinment purpose. Happy Fapping !
