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His body was wracked with bruises and scars, even in the darkness of this chamber poorly illuminated by candle light you saw the fruits of your dark labor.
The poor man shivered, you were impressed by his continued resistance. He still maintained consciousness in the face of the assaults on his body.
You licked your lips, you appreciated the juxtaposition between his sore and seeping wounds on the backdrop of his pale and milky skin . You loved white meat, even if it was a little older than you're accustomed to.
He tries to say something, mouth gagged by duct tape and a discarded Sega Genesis cartridge. His glasses were bent, the lenses rife with spider web cracks. You caressed his cheek, he shivered, tears welling up in his eyes.
"Don't worry my darling, I'm going to stop soon. I'm gonna give you my love." You smiled with a vicious grin, then resumed your work. You stroke his reddened buttocks with your bullwhip. The old man screaming at every contact between leather and flesh. Your tempo increasing with frenzied lust at his cries of pain.
You wanted to loosen his asshole a bit, with mature meat you needed to tenderize before digging in.