Silence!

I always go for the pussy first.

That's how babies are made after all.

But when there's time for it, and she deserves it too, well...

I just fuck the shit out of her.

Like this bossy bitch, who got just what she deserved.

She became Shagmans 78th fuck and 39th sexslave.

.

Fuckclub

The horny men whooped and hollered, threw themselves at the sluts and started dragging them into the clubhouse, twisting their arms behind their backs as they dragged them over the grass.

The men set about things smoothly and confidently, they knew just what they were doing. 
Some rolled in small kegs, set them along the wall and brought in water in buckets to fill them, and yet another group brought the vodka and food.

The sluts then got completely outfucked, some fainted, and were splashed with water to bring them back to consciousness, and then the men lined up again.

During the long night, everyone lay stretched out on the floor, occasionally someone wandered around the clubhouse in the dark, stumbling over the sleepers, gulping some water from the kegs, puking violently from the drink, then slumping back down onto the floor or onto the nearest available fuck.

The outfucked sluts were left stupefied. Sperm overflowing them. Fucked as fucked can be.

Once a bitch

Now fucked into submission.

She knows her place and her purpose in life.

Me and the crew learned her that.

My 38th fuck was a bitchwife from Hell.

But there is always a good cure for that.






.

Bitches, sluts, and whores - fuck them without remorse.

Bitches, sluts, or whores.

Even cocky wifes.

They're all women, and the treatment works out fine on them all.

Her ass till she cries.

Her throat till she pukes.

And her pyssy till she faints

Making them pregnant is always a bonus.

The ultimate victory for a man.

And defeat for a woman.







.

Cheryl

Her name was Cheryl and she was hot.

A real teasing queen.

Shaking her booty.

But giving us some sex was out of the question.

She was slutty, but mostly just a bitch.

Teasing, but refusing.

Well we took her anyway.

The entire bar had her.

Some many times.

She was my 26th fuck.

.

Marauding Maggie

He left the secret lovenest, just as I was about finishing a hotdog before going home.

It was one of the truly godsendt opportunities that so all too seldom appears.

Obviously an upper class man, and obviously cheating.

I heard the giggling bitch inside taking her goodbye kiss with him, closing the door.

And she locked the door ... dammit ...

But I decided to wait.

If I was lucky, she'd live somewhere else, and as it turned out, she was.

She too was obviously upper class, and obviously not interested in someone knowing about her cheating too.

She did not order a cab, cabdrivers cant be trusted to be silent, and she started walking the pavement.

As I approched her she turned around, with a selfsecure attitude, obviously used to bossing people around, and she asked "Do you know who I am?"

She was standing there with her bare legs and thighs spread, like a queen, and in a short awkward moment I was just staring back, wondering what to answer her.

I answered her, as true as it was.

"No."

And as sure as I did not know her, as sure her feets left the pavement when my kick knocked her perfect with my shoewrist right into her cunt.

She got herself a liftoff, and her shoes high heels broke when she landed, still standing.

Before she could fall I gave her another real footballers kick, this time hitting with the tip of my shoes toe, right into her cunt.

To my surprise (or maybe not) she did not have underwear on her, and my shoe dived wrist deep into her pussy, and I had to drag it out by force.

I had put her lights out.

I then stole her key to the lovenest, and dragged her inside, locking the door.

There would most likely not be any interuptions for a long time.

The lovenest was equipped with hand and foot chains, and I stripped her and chained her spreadeagle, and ballgagged her, still only the white in her eyes was visible, and she was drooling.

I stripped myself too and started cockslapping the bitch.

There was no reaction but some provoking moaning.

Even when gagged up, it was provoking me to hear her whory voice.

I held my cock up to her nose, and the smell of good olde fuckingtime seemed to wake her up.

"Uuuuunnngghh!" she mumbled, and I instantly felt an intense rage.

"YOU will be fucked now" I said. "Bitch!"

I took one final look deep into her provoking bitchy eyes.

And then just thrusted my entire cock into her cunt of all my power.

Balls deep into that worthless filthy cunt.

"Uuuurrrrgggghhh" she moaned into the gag, and I felt just furious.

I started one of the most intense powerfucks I have ever done.

"How dare you speak?!" I yelled to her while poking her vaginally.

I really wanted to crush that pussy, really destroying her.

"Silence! You stupid woman! I'll fuck you!"

Everybody knows that rapeworthy women dont deserve having cloths on, dont deserve having their say about having sex or not, and dont deserve being heard in general.

"Take THAT! And THAT! And THAT!"

And this bitch seemed damned proud too - I would cure her for that.

I went into some kinda frenzy, and had three giant sized loads of cum into her.

The sperm must had gone right into her cervix, or maybe even deeper.

Sperm vaginally is really some kinda magic.

They all seems to break when they are sperminated, and this one was triple loaded.

The bitch was in shock and awe, tears dripping down her cheeks.

She was shivering like she was freezing, and she was pale.

I removed the ballgag and kept on fucking her more slowly, while looking into her defeated face.

"Admit you're a whore! Confess! Confess it bitch!"

She nodded her head.

"Speak when spoken to bitch. I wanna hear it. What are uou? You're a...."

She sobbed and whispered "...whore..."

"I dont need to hear anything more from you bitch, but your name, so what's your name?"

"Margaret" she sobbed.

"Well I'll just call you Maggie, and now I know who you am."

"You're the cockiest nextdoor slut I've ever put to place."

I then put her gag back into that sluthole in her face.

"I dont need to hear anything more from you bitch."

"Your silence would do just nice."

After the fourth load into her pussy she seemingly fainted.

I loosened her chains and rolled her over.

She did not move when I assfucked her, not even moan.

But I still fucked her till I had my cum into her ass too.

I like thinking about them waking up with itching and sticky sperm inside their rectum.

When I was absolutely sure she was down and out I laid her on her back again, removed the gag, and throated her with my sticky and sloppy cock.

She did not react to the facefuck besides her gagging reflexes.

Some puke and saliva bubbled out her mouth alongside the sperm.

Twitching fingers confirmed that this one was really outfucked bigtime.

After shooting the fifth load down her throat I laid her on her stomach again, draining her throat enough so she should not suffocate.

While she was throatdrained I amused myself with assfucking her once again, and then shuving a broomstick deep into her asshole.

She really looked like some gal that could be riding a broom.

I then rolled her over on her back, still with the broom jammed deep into her ass, chained her spreadeagle again, and fucked her vaginally one final time.

After all 7 is a witchy number.

I finally shuved a opened Coca Cola bottle into her snatch, making sure that it went into vacuum, so it would be difficult to get out again, and the soda would also be bubbling inside her cunt, making her humiliation and defeat even greater.
I then shaved of her hair, shaved away her eyebrows, and pissed on her, and left her.

I left her with the comforting thought that since she was chained up, this would be exactly the way she would be found too, my thirteenth.

Yes that bitch really pissed me off, I can assure you.

But I let her get away with her insults easy.

I was mercyful.

Good for her that she was only a nextdoor expensive and cheating wife, and not a politician.

I just hate politicians.






.

Deep Moaning Blues

I was very lucky to approach her just in this nice position.

She had already undressed herself for the night, and she was bending over, not seeing my swift advance.

I grabbed her just like a bear, with both arms around her from behind, and lifted her onto the bed before she seemed to comprehend the situation.

I have experienced for a long time that those lightning attacks give me a short window of opportunity, to get them on their back with myself on top of them, before they understand what is about to happen, and sometimes mobilize resistance.

And I attacked her buck naked, as I always do when possible, to further add to the shock and awe effect.

I prefer having them bound, but I've also learned that a quick salvo of sperm inside their vaginas makes them some kinda docile. So I held her hands by the wrists, and pumped not even one salvo inside her, but I kept on on the same erection, giving her a second swift salvo.

A well proven tactics can never be used enough, and it worked this time too. My internal sperm worked like magic, and she laid there in surrender, while I handcuffed her hands spreadeagle to each bedpole. I also bound her legs spreadeagle, to deny her the choice of lifting her legs up in the frog position to ease the streching from the pounding I had planned for her. 

She had already began getting a little bit paler.

"You ain't seen nothing yet." I told her.

She looked up in my face, bewildered and confused.
I stared right back at her.

"Who owns your pussy now?" I asked

Then I was watching her last little molecule of defiance vanish from her soul, as I looked her deep into her eyes, all pride being replaced with despair and the blues. I love the blues. And I put on some music, yes blues, that I've brought with me for this longtime session.

I never gagged her, because I knew I would have her all alone, and any screams she cried out would not be heard by anyone other than the two of us. And a gagged mouth cannot be kisssed, and I wanted to kiss her. This gorgeous divorcee was just too good to be left alone in that house, and I would even taken my time in jail for having her, not that I would ever get caught, but I really still would find it worth it.

Mature women always get so baffled when you kiss them on their mouth.
They never expect that to happen, and when a deep kiss is combined with a finger up the ass while the pussy gets load after load with sperm, they almost every time starts to drool.

My catch was no exeption, she drooled too, but best of all she was a true moaner, even so a deep moaner.
Screamers have their charme, but nothing compares to the extacy of having a longtime session with a true moaner.

"mmmmmmggh - mmmmmmggh - mmmmmggh"

Her deep moaning voice was perfectly suited to the blues music, with that tone of shame and abandoned hope. And some shorter "uh-uh-uh" when she got her hickeys on the breasts. Yeah, those boobs was very good  for biting and sucking I can tell you, and words cannot describe the wellness I felt by just feeling her. Feeling all of her. Her bare skin. Her legs, her hips, her thighs, her belly, her breasts, kissing her, squeezing her, fucking her, filling her up, hopefully impregnating her.

I was only planning to put her to place when I first decided to have a go at her, but after this heavenly treat, I just couldn't let her go anymore. I'm not perfect after all. Thou I try. I changed my mind on letting her go afterwards, and abducted her to my rapecave instead. Making her one of my favourites.

I wonder if she did see this comming when she divorced her man? Probably not, but divorcees often are so very short sighted. Anyway she had it comming, bitchy as she was, and she sure got me cumming also, time and time again.

She'd make a good mattress, a good whore, and a good mother.
Even if she refused to do her womanly duties at first, that was how she ended up at last anyway.
Them deserving divorcees.

Karma?

She've learned a great deal about sperm and effect by now, giving birth multiple times.

My twelfth fuck and my second sexslave.

And she've learned a great deal about The Blues.







.

Busted once! Busted twice!

It never stops to amaze me.

How confident they are.

How cocky they are.

How they provoke.

And how fast it may all change.

To bring justice upon them.

This bitch became my fuck number ten.

I found her just like that, and snapped a shot with my camera.

As it turned out she was already fucked and defeated by a grown man, who had left her unconscious there in the woods, already oozing sperm out her vagina, and she was no virgin before this man either, that I could see.

It is every young boys dream to find a treat like that ready for use.

Fainted and half-naked, with clear path for the cock.

And I mounted her and fucked her, right there on the spot.

It was some enjoyable sloppy affair.

And I kept on fucking her on the very same hard one.

After securing her vagina with two salvos of sperm, always my first priority, I took the time to totally stripping her. I then took her cunt one third time, had a piss on her face and boobs, and left her buck naked out there in the bushes.

I took away all her cloth, and the news later spoke about that nude teenager that had been running through the woods, crying hysterically.

All that she could remember from her ordeal, was that first grown man, who later got arrested.

But the baby she gave birth to nine months later, did not look like that man at all.

.

What being born a woman is all about

She was the bossy girl of some friend of mine, and she just so totally dominated him.

Always nagging and complaining, thinking that she was just so much better than everyone else.

Pro lesbian, pro choice.

We just could not stand for this anymore, and ganged up on her.

She became my ninth fuck, and I shared her with her former boyfriend, who from now on became her MAN with an M, and 10 other young boys.

Yes we really owned that bitch.

We came, we took her, then took her some more.

We all had her in every hole she got, and the bedpoles got marked all over, one after another, each mark representing a load of sperm into the bitch.

She screamed, she whined, she sobbed, she cried.

She rolled her eyes, she drooled, she gagged.

She rattled, she howled, she puked.

She got paler, she shivered, and she fainted.

Got woken up again, and more fucked, before fainting again.

It is always fun to see how many times it is possible to wake them up again.

She was tough, she did not go silent before the fifth da capo.

Yeah, she really got herself a long and hard lesson, regarding what being a woman is all about.

She started to treat her man with the respect he deserved afterwards (he was a good man) and she soon went into motherhood and devoted herself to familylife.

And all that bullshit about lesbianism and abortion, was never heard of again.

Or at least not heard of from her anymore.

Yes it is true.

Tarts can be tamed.

Bitches can be busted.

Justice will prevail.

.

The Sweetest Thing

One of the sweetest things in life is looking at a mother with child.

And that good and caring mum, that we all just love to see, has still often been nothing but a bitch, slut, or even whore before she got busted and sperminated.

This one on the photo was my eight fuck, and I cannot deny I acquired a taste for gingers at my seventh fuck, at bandcamp. But she really was a bitch, bigtime, and she always made everyone feel so small, made everyone feel she was just SO much better and more important than anyone.

I had her alone for just half an hour, after I roofied her drink at a private party, but that was quite enough time for me, to give her three grand salvos of sperm into her cunt. And as it showed us nine months later, my little spermies found their target.

I left her nude and spreadeagle in the bed, but not alone. A man, one bastard that I have never liked very much, he was roofied too, and I stripped the schmock buck naked, and laid him over the bitch in missionary position.

I guess he got into trouble for that one, but the important thing was: I didn't.

He served a greater purpose, and helped me getting a bitch tamed.

A tamed bitch is a proud mother.

.

The Sixth Sense

Here she is.

My sixth fuck.

She may look like a slut to you, in that revealing short skirt of hers, but as it turned out she was actually just a little bitch.

She was the girlfriend of a good compadre of mine, and she was a true virgin.

No one would ever get any pieces of her, althou she loved to showoff.

A typical virgin bitch, but actually a good girl deep inside.

My sixth sense told me that some day my compadre would get enough of this, and so it turned out too.

My compadre finally decided to teach her a lesson about the facts of life.

That piece of cockbait needed some deeper understanding about the relationship between men and women, about rights and duties, about what to expect or not.

6  more men marched right in after this picture was taken by my compadre.

Her facial expression betrayed her inner slut at once, she understood what was about to happen immediately.

No one really registered her actual words, but she kept on with some kinda typical female nagging when she was carried away to the bed by strong arms. As if she expected to have her say about the fucking or not, just as if she believed she had some rights or something.

As it turned out, she was only wearing the short dress, with nothing under it, and she was stripped fast and easy.

There was no problems holding her, one guy in each arm and foot, she was not that strong really.

And while we other kept our cloths on, her girlfriend and future husband stripped.

"You are mine!" my compadre said in his commanding voice.

"I will take you now!" he ended.

As a man of few words and louder action, my compadre mounted her body missionarystyle, and he started slowly pumping her.

The virgin jerked her eyes when her hymen was torn to shreds, and went into some kind of shock and awe.

Only some pathetic "uh-uh-uh" came out of her mouth, in time with the pumps.

Not only one, but five coheret internal cumshots he had into her.

At that time her lights was out already, with only the white parts of her eyes visible, and she was drooling.

I respect my compadre, and would never have fucked her unless he wanted me to do so, but he was very clear on that one. Anyone who did not fuck her, he would regard that as an insult. As if she wasn't sexy enough.

Every guy including me, the youngest, stripped and had her three times each.

And when the other five was leaving the fuckfest, I stayed, helped my compadre in binding the unconscious ex-virgin spreadeagle to the bed, and we both fucked her even more over the hours to come.

When she woke up the next day, still bound, we both had her vaginally two times again, before loosen her up, rolling her over, and my compadre was giving her a virgin assfuck. I then had her ass as the second, and I fucked her some, before rolling over with her on top of me, still cockjammed into her ass.

My compadre then mounted her vaginally too, and she got a virgin sandwich.

She then started crying and begging.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I'll be a good girl. I'm so sorry."

It was like the sweetest music in my ears.

The bitch was finally broken.

Put to place.

It is probably impossible to get a happy marriage in any other way than this, and as it turned out, she became both a good wife and a devoted mother.

From time to time I still visit them, and she gets a reminder about the facts of life.

Once a bitch, they may always fell back into old habits, when not regularly busted.

.

Third Base

The mattress was already placed in the alley by outer perimeter of the parking lot.

All that we needed was some sexy broad to walk by.

And finally a barelegged brunette walked into the trap.

She was a grown up and selfconfident lady, who underestimated us when we closed in on her.

And before she could realize what was about to happen, it had already happened.

One boy grabbing each arm right after the first surprising cuntpunt.

Then some bellypunches to finish of all possible resistance.

Then carried away to the mattress and stripped.

Then me and the boys took turns giving her som in-out treatment.

Still holding her legs and arms, even she was obviously incapable of fighting back, probably unconsciouss too.

On this third adventure, we all finally got the time to really enjoy a woman, not only a quick hit and run.

Me and the 4 other boys had her 2 times vaginally, and one third round we rolled her over and assblasted her too, my very first anal adventure.

She started bleeding from her ass then, and we panicked as usual, and left her there, calling an ambulance some later.

I felt like lion.

I was only a boy, but had busted a fullgrown lady.

I felt the victory.

It was just so right - everything.

Later in life I found out that she was a divorcee and a real superbitch.

And she got pregnant, baby's father unknown.

She got exactly what she deserved.

And probably what she needed too.

.

Avery takes Ganj-i-sawai

The story goes back to 1695

Avery, the pirate leader commanded a pirate fleet, against a great treasureship, the Ganj-i-sawai

After a fierce battle the pirates won.

It was time for the spoils of war.

Enjoying the loot.

Besides the ordinary loot, the ship carried many women.

The women was mostly upper class born.

The kind filthy pirates never get to look at, never the less fuck.

Them premium bitches save themselves for marriage.

Or is married to one man only.

That's a jackpot.

The ship was loaded with virgins, both very young daughters of the royals and nobles, and some older wifes to be.

There was mature classy women living in marriage, and virgin slavegirls.

And they all got as raped as raped can be.

They stripped them all, and hammered their cunts. 

And their honour got hammered as well.

They hammered it all away.

Shame was the only thing left.

Shame and sperm, that's what they got filled up with.

The fuckfest went on and on for many days onboard the defeated ship.

The broads, both young and old, got powershagged over and over again.

Every single one of them, again and again.

There was some rather sore and sticky vaginas there for sure.

And probably some piratebabies was made by force too, after all that's something of a bonus with fucking warwhores.

After the defeated ship was plundered for all it's treasures, the pirates chopped the masts of, and left the crew there, while sailing away with their booty.

The females was divided amongst the ships in the pirate fleet, and served there as warwhores.

Some got released after a while, always with a grown pregnant belly, but many served for years.

Some of the women in their 40s, 50s, and 60s for example, never got impregnated, and was kept serving onboard night and day for the rest of their lives.

They all got fucked untill they fainted, awakened with buckets of cold water, fucked untill they fainted again, over and over, and then laid into a great pile of outfucked bodies when their lights really was put out for the time being.

This is called the heap o'whores, or the slutpile.

.

First Base

She was somewhat older that us, and she was a premium bitch. 

Always bossy and with a cocky smile.

Everyone was afraid of her.

She seemed like a invincible godess to us youngsters.

But that was about to change.

Certain of defeat I smacked my knee into her cunt, and twisted her breasts.

Some of the other kids grabbed her arms, and I started bellypunching her.

She just howled a "uuuuuummmgh" and fainted.

She sank down on her knees, and the boys holding her arms laid her face down in the mud, and spread her out like a big X - still holding her arms, while someone finally dared to hold her feets too, when they realized that she was already defeated.

All the boys fucked her from behind, in the ass, because they had seen bulls doing something like that to the cows.

We were all virginboys, but I was the only one there who knew something about the female anathomy.

I was the last in the to have her, and I was the only one to roll her over on her back, and fuck her vaginally.

As it turned out to be, she was a virgin, and when she started bleeding we all got scared that we could have wounded her serious, and we ran away, and called an ambulance.

She was an anti-abortion girl too.

And she lived as she preached, when she gave birth to a beautiful baby nine months later.

.

Bitches and sluts: What to do with them?

Bitches and sluts are not that important really.

But when we have the chance to do so, we always bust them wide open.

Hit and run tactics.

Before & After

.