suffer for helga

She opened his legs wide. He could feel him panicing. He tired to close his legs but he was slapped hard across the face. The sound was sickening. She was not a mistress to hold back. She slapped him hard again 3 times in a row till he got the message. The "bitch tamer" was now shoved deep into his ass - he was in pain and agony. Hrer violent thrusts of that long hard thing were messing up his innards.

She smiled and grabbed the bullwhip and the cane. She stared at him inches away from his back. He could feel her hot breath on him and her girations wreck through his insides. She stroked his back with the bullwhip and his butt with her cane "You like that vittle man? You heff to pleeze me goot, you know" She said fisting his ass faster and faster while also beginning to whack him across the back and butt with her bullwhip full ****.

 Just when he thought he could not ever be in worse pain than this, it got more intense, and each whip got louder and harder WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!!!! tHEN SHE SPUN THE CANE IN HER LEFT HAND AND BEGUN TO THUMP HIM IN THE FACE WITH IT WHILE CONTINUING TO WRECK HIS ASS AND his back.

 "Am I a thousand times as good as you?" she asked. He nodded. Then she turn her right hand and slammed a fist into his face hard and did it again and again.

With her left, she grabbed his balls and began to reallr SQUEEZE hard.

He tried to close his legs to shelter his bruised balls, but she opened them with ease and slammed her knee hard into it repeatedly. She slapped him in the face. "DIDN'T I TELL VUE NOT TO CLOSE YOU VITTLE LEG YOU FUCKING VITCH" she screamed in anger punching him harder and harder while also squeezing his balls harder and harder.

 She then changed her voice into a soft soothing voice" Now You made me lose my temper vittle man" She said

Her grip on his balls suddenly tightened until POP! Both his balls were turned to yoghurt in his sack.

"Please you cant do this to me" he cried. His voice was still audible despite his fear and pain. She slapped him hard again and spoke softer "What vas that vittle man?" she said

"I will be good" He said

"Good vittle ****, ze only zing jou vill be goot et is dying!"

Then she spun around on him and trapped his head and squeezed on his neck between her legs - before he could react, she started caning him REAL HARD all over. 

Before long, he expired, completely beaten and used up until he perished at her hands, a little gift for her.

 Once he was out, she loosened her legs from around his neck and returned to her **** from the earlier chapters ...