20 August, 2015

Cute teen forced by the repairman

Blonde housewife has a water kettle that won't boil, and calls repairman Prohar. So she ends up on the kitchen floor, tied and gagged with duct tape.

04 August, 2015

Pizza and Porn


That afternoon in the sex shop it had seemed like a good idea. A colleague had told Cora about those Russian rape porn movies. She had fantasized about sex rougher than the average date before, but never quite taken it for real. But the guy at the corner shop knew immediately what she meant, and he had just the right stuff. "K220" he said. "You'll like it."

He had also sold her on the right sort of dildo for the trip. A black size 9, enormous to the eye. He had looked her up and down (Cora was slim and rather small) and assured her they would get along perfectly. She had rounded off her shopping with a bottle of wine and then carried home an astonishing assortment of brown paper bags.

Now, in the evening, alone in her apartment, she was pondering the idea, already insecure about its execution. Yes! - Cora decided it was now or never, popped in the DVD and spread out on the sofa in front of the TV set.

The video opened to a girl on a sofa watching TV. How fitting, she thought. Then the girl's TV set cut out and she phoned a repairman, who promptly appeared, as if at the waving of a magic wand. "This never happens around here," Cora thought. "We must wait for a week. This is true fiction." Which was when, sipping her wine, she noted she had forgotten a major detail for the evening: Dinner.

When she stared in misery at the brown bag that had held her shopping, Cora realized in surprise that it contained a pizza delivery leaflet, crudely printed out. A menu of pizzas, cheap, the promise of rapid delivery, and a prominently printed mobile number. Ah, so what, a cheap pizza was just what this day needed. She rung up the number and placed her order with a guy with a slightly foreign accent.

Cora hit "continue" on the remote. The repairman on the screen told the girl she needed an accessory to fix her aged TV, a K220, which he happened to carry around.

When the negotiations came to the price, the so far boring events took a turn towards what she had actually come for: He told the pretty, slim blonde that only her body could pay for it.

The dialogue, which was in Russian anyway with sparse and crudely translated subtitles, started to fall in the background from then on. The girl was eventually undressed, tied and gagged with duct tape, the token resistance she offered due to her poor acting barely holding up the development. The repairman stuffed the wad of notes she had offered into her mouth. He shoved her cardigan up and caressed her tits. Then he duct-taped her hands behind her back, opened his trousers and produced his penis, to shove it into her face.

This was beginning to look right, Cora thought, a tall guy and a small girl, some force, but not too much. At this point she grabbed the dildo from its bag, looked it over, moisturized it a little with her tongue, and hesitantly took it in her mouth. It was huge, she had to really open her jaw wide to only give it head. This was going to be some friend, she thought. It was almost beginning to suppress the feeling of hunger in her stomach. Which was the cue for the door bell.

She hit the downstairs buzzer and opened the door, in expectation of the pizza man, and it was a man with a pizza box alright. A tall hunk, shady clothes, dark complexion, the very spitting image of what you expected when you ordered pizza delivery from a leaflet you had found in a corner store. He stood in the half opened doorway, holding the pizza box in front of him, eyeing Cora up and down.

Cora had often mused how stupid the acting of the girls in porn movies was, how they opened their doors to complete strangers, wearing not more than a towel or a negligee. And here she was, she immediately realized, wearing a tank top and hot pants, opening the door just so - and she had not even bothered to stop the TV set in the background, clearly visible from the doorway, announcing to the world what she was in for. She was happy she did at least not carry the 9 inch black dildo in her hand - but it lay openly on the coffee table, unnoticed by her.

Not unnoticed by pizza man, however. He had not said much so far, but clearly he had taken in the situation. And when Cora hastily produced some money from the purse on the key shelf by the door, trying to end the encounter, he turned the tables. He squeezed the pizza box into Cora's hands, and she was too unprepared not to hold it.

In one swift move the muscular giant pushed the door open, entered, and slammed it shut behind him. When Cora opened her mouth, all she produced was a confused babble of "hey, what are you doing," wasting her one chance to scream for help.

There was no second chance. The pizza man's fist came forward and hit her solar plexus, squeezing the air from her lungs, and shoving her backwards against the sofa over which she collapsed, gasping, clutching her breast with her hands. He turned Cora around on her face, grabbed her arms and pulled them behind her back, just like the porn star had done, only much harder, connected her wrists and tied them with a zip tie. He yanked hard at the end, making sure she was not going to escape from the tie.

When the man turned Cora over again so she lay helplessly on the sofa, pinning her with his knee in her stomach, she got her first chance to really look at him. He had a brutal face, unshaven, with cruel eyes. How could she have failed to distrust him after the first second? She had no time to ponder her situation, though. While she was still barely conscious from his single punch, he grabbed her tank top and pulled it up, revealing her breasts. He squeezed them.

Tears shot in her eyes from the brutal force he applied. His hands were rough and hard, a worker's hands, and his grip was as iron as pliers. Cora's breasts were neither too big nor too small, and firm and round, and he simply pulled her up by them. With the first breath that was coming into her again, she tried to cry out.

[Stay tuned, more to follow!]

18 June, 2015

Abusing friend

Wilson, in a mask, is the burglar searching the flat when two girls return home. He knocks them out, ties them, rapes the one and makes the other watch.

22 May, 2015

Blonde pixie is taken by two

Raoul and his friend in the stupid denim hat sneak into a flat where a blonde and her mate are sleeping, wake them up and rough her up.

Blond stepsister brutally fucked by her stepbrother

Raoul and a friend bring a blackhaired girl with them from outside and rape her on the bed. She wears a corsage, the guy a basecap.

04 May, 2015

Asian electro torture

Asian military police enforce the law against a girl using a gyno chair, electricity, and finally good old-fashioned rape. I love it how quaint the torturers' fake Nazi uniforms look.

16 April, 2015

Happy Birthday Roxy Bell

By storyline Roxy wakes up on the morning of her 18th birthday, the very definition of "barely legal" to five mostly black masked intruders who want to party with her, handcuffed to her iron railing bed. Alas, when she really wakes up, it was all just a very wet dream.