BDSM Art – Page 6 – BDSM Comics Fantasy

There’s nothing better than watching a helplessly hogtied girl by Badia

Tied together

Guard Jesus and Mistress Catalina tied up tasty twins Renee and Regina upside down on the tree, but they didn’t tie the girls completely. The two twins were carted up by their delicate ankles, but only one each, and their corresponding, slender wrists were held down by a heavy weight, so heavy that it was difficult for one burly man to lift it, let alone two soft and pampered females! At first, the guards let Renee and Regina stew for a bit, so they could tire themselves out trying to free themselves. This also let the girls work up a nice, yummy sweat, so their bodies glistened in the warming, jungle day until they were panting and quivering… ripe bits of meat ready to pluck… or punish!

“AAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEE!!!” Renee wailed as she was whipped right between her legs right on her bare, shaven, slutty pussy. Her face went as red as a cherry as she howled and bucked on the rope, a nice piece of cattle already struggling on the meathook! “AAAAHHH!! OH GOD!!!!” Regina wailed as Mistress Catalina smacked her right on her tit and hit her sensitive nipple! Both of the girls did what any normal human being would be expected to do, and they tried to protect and massage their hurt, female bits with their soft and delicate hands.

Jesus and Catalina smiled as Jesus went right for Renee’s exposed ass cheek, and Catalina struck the bottom of Regina’s wriggling foot! “NOOOOOO!!! PLEASE STOP!!!!” Renee wailed as her hand instantly went to her stinging derriere, while Regina dropped and arched her delicate foot and tried to protect it as well.

A fine plan by Damian

The Sulla twins were the daughters of Sulla, the last King of Rome and a tyrant beyond measure. Their father was dead now though, thrown from the Tarpeian Rock, and they were no longer untouchable. In fact, they were VERY touchable.
“That’s it girl, suck on the head real nice, or you’ll end up like your sister over there.” One of the men said, gently guiding the girl’s warm mouth on his rigid cock.
Laurenia winced as the acidic taste of piss and filth assaulted her tongue, but she resisted the urge to pull off the invading member. She could hear sister, Horatia, screaming over the sounds of the wet, hard fucking she was getting.
“STOPPPP! I DEMAND YOU STOPPPP!” Horatia screamed in rage as the man’s cock drove deeper and deeper into her tight pussy, her juices dripping down her trembling thighs. She’d had sex before of course, she’d had many men in her day, but they were her playthings! NOT the other way around! They couldn’t do this!

Laurenia held her hand over her mouth, trying to muffle her own cries as she listened to her sister screaming in the next room. She had no idea what they were doing to her, but all sorts of noises were coming from inside: the welt slap of leather on flesh, strange hissing sounds, and the clang of metal. She wanted to rush to her sister’s side, but at the moment she was trapped under the heavy, heaving body of one of their captors. His stout, thick cock was buried in her virginal ass, blood trickling down her thighs as she struggled not to scream.
“You have a fine ass, daughter of Sulla. I have a horse at home would love to mount a bitch like you. Can you imagine that? A thick horse cock stretching open your holes? You’d never shit right again!” The man whispered hoarsely in her ear. “On the bright side, birth a child wouldn’t be a problem for you! HAHAH!”

Intensely textured for your pleasure by Steve, Geoff Merrick

The deliveryman dragged the groaning girl to her knees, cupped the back of her head, and shoved her face down onto his cock.
It stabbed into the hole in her mouth like a knife into a scabbard. The crown hit the back of her throat, setting off her gag reflex, but he didn’t let go as she twisted and choked. In a trice, the teacher was there, grabbing the back of the girl’s neck while jamming her other hand deep into her bra.
“There, there, dear,” she crooned into Claire’s ear as she mauled a tit. “Take it … take it all, like a good girl.”

One of Dotty’s hands was back in the girl’s shirt as she leaned down on Claire’s back while thrusting the warming, whirring wanker up into her over and over and over again.
Claire was sweating profusely, her shirt all but transparent, her legs vibrating. Drool poured out of her yanked-open mouth, splashing the deliveryman’s lap and splattering the floor around his chair. Mucous streamed out of her nostrils and a steady stream of tears coursed down her cheeks. She didn’t even feel Swanson’s fingers leaving her chest, but she certainly felt them find her clit.
The girl twitched in place as the teacher expertly stimulated her student as only a fellow female could.
Claire began to twist her torso, her mouth locked to his cock and her knees seemingly nailed to the kitchen floor. She began to rhythmically grunt in hysteria as her skin reddened.

No more luxuries for you, red by Eu Inocencius

Relaxed and comfortable, Sanchez approached the redhead. He knew this was the right choice, the perfect girl with whom he could continue and expand his abuse of Olivia, a lovely bitch to feed to his monster of a cock.
After walking through the darkness, Sanchez came into the light cast by the headlamps of Madison’s Ford Mustang. The girl was still looking at the poster she had stapled to the pole when the man moved unnoticed behind her. His hand gripped a black jack as his muscular arm swung up quickly from his side.
With brutal strength Sanchez smacked the red haired girl across the back of her head.
“Lights out, slut.”
Sanchez moved in, stooped, and caught the collapsing cutie on his shoulder. She was light as a feather to him.

Driving with one hand, Sanchez kept rubbing his dick. His eyes couldn’t help but look in the rearview mirror at the way the curves of his fresh slavegirl made hills under the blanket.
The drive to his shack in the desert took some time.
“Time goes awful slow when you’ve got such a rapeable beauty in the back of your truck. But I bet time is about to go a lot slower for this little cunt when she wakes up tied down in my cellar. Ha!”
As he left the city and gained speed, the wind swirling into the pickup bed lifted the blanket off Madison bit by bit, revealing more and more of the girl to her captor.
“Two girls. Two helpless bitches. Two asses to punish. Two pairs of tits to abuse. Two sets of holes to fuck. Two screaming mouths.”
His dick throbbed in his pants, but his foot remained steady on the accelerator.

With pleasure, master by Damian

The Matronalia festival had been raging in Rome for the past two days, and while most Romans spent their days paying tribute to the goddess Juno and honoring the women of their households, the Severanii family was honoring women in a much… different way.
“I think a woman’s beauty is most on display while tied up and helpless, wouldn’t you agree Praetor?” Senator Severanii said, gulping down a mouthful of rich red wine and casting his eyes over the naked slave girl in the middle of the room.
“Please… please, somebody help me!” Natonia begged, tears rolling down her cheeks and spilling onto her naked heaving tits. There were nearly twenty people in the room, all staring at her nakedness and licking their lips. Not only men either, but fat and old Roman women were staring at her with predatory eyes. Natonia couldn’t understand it, why were they doing this?
“Marcellus!” The Senator barked, summoning in a young Greek man who wore the tattoo of a slave on his arm.
“Yes master.”
“My guests and I are bored. Bring a cane and start adding stripes to this young girl’s ass at once!”
“With pleasure, master.” The Greek smiled.
“No! Please, I’ve done nothing wrong! Please don’t hurt me! What do you want from me!?” Natonia screamed, her eyes stinging with tears and heart pounding in her ears.

“Please, I’ve had enough… I can’t take it anymore! PLEASE!” Valaria groaned as she dragged into the dungeons of the Roman fort. Valaria had once been a proud Germanic warrior, but now she was another captive of the Roman Empire after her tribe was annihilated. Unfortunately for her, she’d killed a dozen Roman centurions before finally being subdu
“Please, it wasn’t my fault! I swear I didn’t know! Please! Please believe me!” Plescinia sobbed as she was dragged through the bloody sands toward the site of the previous night’s battle. Cum, blood and shit leaked from her anus from the brutal anal fucking she’d received from half the encampment, and her back was a mess of welts and bruises.
“This whore,” Governor Militant Flavius announced to the assembled troops, “used her rotting, filthy cunt to lure a Century of our best soldiers to their doom. She is a spy for the Parthian’s and she will crucified here, left as a reminder to all enemies of Rome, that treachery is punished most severely.”
“Pleeeeaassseee! Don’t do thisssssss!” Plescinia begged as she dragged, kicking and screaming, toward the ominous frame of the crucifix.
“Don’t worry girl.” One of the soldiers whispered in her ear. “We’ll let you down and bring you food and water tonight, and then you’ll thank us by fucking every one of our cocks until our balls are drained. Then back up on the cross you go!”

Lord Vicious by De Haro

Being in the top 1% has so many advantages that it would be impossible to list them all, but the best of these advantages is having the money to buy yourself whoever you want… even if they’re not for sale. Humphrey Victarion is a fat, old business man and a philanthropist who donates millions every year to various charities. Though he’s accumulated billions of dollars and owns several multinational corporations, no one has ever looked twice at Humphrey; he’s just an unassuming businessman. Or so the rest of the world believes.
But in the privacy of his mansion, Humphrey Victarion goes by a different name. A name that echoes throughout the house in the screams of its many captives and a name that brings women to tears when it’s whispered in the darkness…

Vicky began shivering violently as she watched the red embers flare to life in the darkness as Lord Vicious took another long drag on the cigar. Poor Vicky was only a secretary at one of the buildings Lord Vicious owned, but once she’d caught his eye there was nothing she could do to save herself. She’d been asked to stay late by her boss and then, while walking to her car in the now abandoned parking garage, she’d been taken. Now she was in Lord Vicious’s parlor room, in almost complete darkness. The only light came from the flickering of a few candles and the burning embers of the cigar.
“Well my dear, you look even more lovely without your clothes on.” Humphrey laughed. “I wonder if you even remember me… you barely gave me a glance when I walked in the door. Now look at you, you’re so terrified you can’t take your eyes off me.”
“Please, sir, whoever you are… just let me go! I haven’t seen your face, I can’t identify you. Just let me go and I won’t tell anybody.” Vicky cried, shrinking back further into the shadows to hide her nakedness.
Humphrey struck a match and the brief flash of light revealed his cold, grinning face. His thick black mustache was curled into a perverse imitation of a smile, and a cold eye stared out from behind the crystal lens of his monocle.

I’m gonna fuck that tight ass by De Haro

“Please don’t call the cops! My boyfriend… he just needed one part for his car and… and I told him I could get it for him. Please, I’m sorry, I’ll leave!” Mandy cried.
“Oh I’m not gonna be calling the cops. You’re not the first person to try sneaking in here and stealing from me. The fucking cops never do anything about it.” Leeroy snarled as he hauled the weeping girl into his garage. “No, you’re gonna fucking pay for that part you tried to steal.”
“But… but I don’t have any money.” Mandy said.
“Well I know another way you can pay.” Leeroy said, and began tearing her t-shirt off her body, tearing huge chunks of fabric away with his calloused hands.
“NOOO! What are you DOING!? STOP!” Mandy said, clinging onto her bra now that her t-shirt was in tatters.
Leeroy viciously backhanded her across the face and tore the bra off as easily as the shirt. His hands latched onto her full, heaving tits, his fingers sinking into the sensitive flesh as he squeezed and twisted her soft orbs.

Tears were running down Wendy’s face as she shivered in agony, the rope cutting between her legs was so tight it was crushing her tiny clit and sawing between her delicate lips, even through her panties.
Why had she stopped for directions here? She should have kept driving and taken her chances instead of stopping at this crusty old service station.
“Well hon, I don’t think I know where Carlstown is, but I do know where the most sensitive parts of a lady are hidden. Now I may be getting on in years, so it takes a lot for my cock to get hard, which means you’re in for lots of… erh… ’foreplay’ I think you ladies call it. Aren’t you lucky?” The mono-toothed hillbilly said as he began digging through his toolbox.

Whatever the client wants by De Haro

When a girl’s chosen to become a helpless set of holes to fuck and abuse, it’s usually because they already fit the standard of beauty of their abductors or buyers. She’s blonde, tall, with huge tits. Or a short red head with a flat chest. Whatever the client wants. Of course sometimes clients want girls with… unique body types. Or perhaps they want a girl they know, but who might not be in the best of shape.
That’s when they call the Coachers. They’re brutal, efficient trainers who don’t care about the girl’s health or comfort. Their captives suffer through tortuous exercise programs that push the limits of human endurance. The only pain worse than the whipping and spanking they endure, is the pain of exercising through muscle pulls and broken bones. The girls exercise for hours on end, eat strict diets that leave them constantly hungry and pumped full of steroids and stimulants to keep them working through their exhaustion. The only time they get a break from all the physical training is when they’re being sexually trained, fucking and sucking while under the lash of their coach.

Mallory had been a heavyset girl, tipping the scales at 250 while only standing at 5’6, but she was also the smartest and wittiest girl at her university. That was fine until she reported her classmate for cheating who was also the richest guy at school, Maxwell Slavendale. Maxwell’s dad had to give the university a very generous multimillion dollar grant in order to keep Maxwell from being expelled. That wasn’t enough for Maxwell though, he wanted that tattling cow to suffer… and if she was going to spend the rest of her life as his sex slave, then she might as well look the part.
“MMMRRGGHHHH!” Mallory screamed behind her gag as the cane left another burning welt on her tender ass. “NNRRGGGHHH!”
“Shut up and take it you dumb, useless cunt!” Coach Banger said, slashing the cane across her quivering cheeks. Mallory’s once fat ass was now taut and firm after three months of intense exercise and near starvation, and her fine ass was now covered in bright red welts. She’d been struggling to hold her legs up over her head, a stretching exercise that Banger knew would improve flexibility and her ability to endure the repeated, pussy punishing fuck sessions she’d have to endure from her buyer. Banger was now giving her proper motivation.

Scream, whore, scream by Eu Inocencius

“You bitch! You fucking lovely arrogant cunt! Shake it! Shake that fucking hot ass for me! Scream, whore, scream!”
I’m already screaming you horrible bastard! Make him stop! Anything to make him stop!
“Aaaauuuggghhhh! Aaaiiiiiiggghhhh! Mmaagghh iuugh sssfffoughfff! Peeeghffff!
“Pretty rape slut! You dirty cocksucker! Such a pretty rape slave! Good fuckmeat! Squeeze that sore butt hole for me! Try to push my dick out! Squeeze and suffer, bitch. Ahhhhhh, yes! So good, so good, so good!

Olivia was trembling as her body tried to shake off the effects of the assault she had endured. Lactic acids washed out of muscles that had been tensed up so long fighting against her bondage and the cock that had been thrust so cruelly up her ass. Adrenaline and endorphins also were washing out, and dull pain settled in where sharp had been.
The dildo buzzed away in her pussy, but she almost didn’t notice it now that he behind was not also so full.
Won’t he let me go? He has raped my vagina, my mouth, and my ass. What else can he do to me?
Will he ever let me go? Is he going to kill me?
Olivia’s anus burned in the cool cellar air. It has been stretched so wide and if felt as though it had been scraped raw. She could imagine it like it was glowing red in the darkness from all the abuse.
What did he mean, “a friend?” I’m not a lesbian.
The black surrounding her was total.
How long will he leave me here?
With all the other horrors he had inflicted on her, she had not even noticed until now how her hands were getting numb from the ropes around her wrists. She wiggled her fingers to stimulate the circulation.

Defiled innocents by Hines

…The trustee Rhaseeda smirked as she regarded how her beautiful victim trembled from the punishment given her by Rhaseeda’s riding crop. ” See how your pretty friend already wants to confess, humm? Maybe my friend will stop whipping her if she thinks it will be a really good confession! But you want to confess also? You want to tell how you and the rest of the nuns conspired against our government, don’t you?”
Rebecca’s voice quivered with hopelessness as she answered, ” Yes, yes…Please let me confess! I’ll say anything you want!”
” Ah, that’s the proper attitude,” Rhaseeda chuckled. She found the lips of the girl’s pussy with a finger, then two, then three… ” Such a pretty cunt you have, girl. I like it. I like it very much….”…

…CpI. Salam had just come onto guard duty and had ordered that the white Western prisoner named Rebecca.be brought to join him at the cell called “the Fuck Room”.
“Salam will fuck you now, English girl,” Salam announced as his thick tongue snaked into her mouth and his huge, ready cock brushed against her thigh. “Get down on your hands and knees so Salam can fuck you in your ass, okay? Salam will fuck your ass hard like always. Then you will suck all the juices from Salam’s cock like you always do and keep Salam happy.”…