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Katja and Wolfram left the Farm yard before sunrise. They went along the street for a few hundred meters and then turned into a dirt road. After about 10 minutes they came to a stream that they waded through;Behind it was a little grove. Behind the grove was an extensive oat field that belonged.
They were now about a kilometer as the crow flies from the village, but almost never anyone came to this point because the path across the street was almost 10 kilometers.
Katja was about 160 cm tall, one head smaller than tungsten. She had black curly hair that was short -cut to a practical curly head. A further, old household coat made of cheap cotton fabric covered her figure so that you could only see that it was very slim underneath. Rolled over the shoulder, she wore a few of different long, rough hemp ropes..
There was a scarecrow in the middle of the oat field – this was the goal of Wolfram’s and Katja’s excursion.
The two went straight to it. You could see that the scarecrow consisted of an old, female mannequin that was wearing a half -tapped top shirt and wore a dense blonde wig.
They hung, tied with old rotten rotten, on a solid wooden cross made of heavy bars, which was apparently constructed for a more difficult load. Anyone who had dug at the foot of the cross would even have found that it had a foundation made of concrete.
Wolfram immediately began to solve the ropes with which the mannequin was bound to the cross.
He took her nightgown and wig off her and disassembled the bare doll into her individual parts with practiced movements. A few meters further, a flat pit in the oat was hidden into which he put the individual parts.
Katja had already pulled her coat over her head without being asked and also put him in the pit. Below she was completely naked. She had an intensely sun -tanned skin without white spots, which indicated that she often sunbathing naked.
Her breasts were Cup 75b and apple -shaped, with large stiff warts and circular warts. Her pubic hair was as black and curly as her headhair. There were a few plump, brown labia. Immediately Katja grazed the old tattered top shirt over his head, which had just hit the scarecrow and put on the wig.
About twenty centimeters above the floor there was a stand board at the foot of the cross, which was just so large that Katja could put her bare feet (shoe size 36) on it.
Katja cautiously climbed it and spread his arms. You could now see that the cross had exactly Katja’s “size”, because the crossbeams hung exactly at the level of their shoulders.
Now Wolfram began to bind his wife to the wooden cross as before the mannequin had previously been attached: First, he used the new ropes that Katja had brought with him. He first tied her wrists on the crossbar, then he put a noose in the form of an eight around her shoulders and around the place where cross and longitudinal beams met. He pulled the eight very tight – this made Katja’s shoulders backwards and the nightgown stretched closely for her breasts, which were emphasized even more.
Under the nightgown he put a loop around the post and Katja’s slim waist and pulled tight until Katja’s waist Inthalt.
He made a knot exactly above her belly button.
He pulled the two ends down and through her crotch, carefully careful to ensure that they ran past their plump gender exactly on the right and left. Behind Katja’s back he pulled the ends up to a hook in the post. Again he pulled tight until the rope cut deep into Katja’s lap.
Then he tied her feet.
Katja was now completely defenseless and even more defenseless- instead of the mannequin tied to the cross. Because it was the same size and the tattered top shirt and the wig was also stuck, the difference from the distance could not be seen. Only if you get close to the cross could you see that there was an almost completely naked young woman instead of a plastic doll.
To the shot of Wolfram, the old rotten ropes with which the mannequin was tied to, for decoration around his young wife’s body. He raised the nightgown and put several turns underneath around her solid breasts and upper body.
He put more turns around her arms and legs. Now Katja was so firmly tied that she could not move a member further than a centimeter.
“To this day afternoon, treasure!“Katja would spend all day until sunset as a scarecrow. In between, Wolfram would bring her something to eat and drink. Before he left her, Wolfram grabbed his bound woman under the nightgown and left his hand over her constricted pussy, Slide your stomach and firm breasts.
Immediately Katja groaned on tungsten.
He massaged Katja’s constricted breasts with circular movements of his two hands: “Well, that happens to you, my little dirt?”” Yes Lord, your slave loves to be caressed and addressed by you! answered Katja moaning and the extremely hard condition of her nipples proved that she said the truth.
Next, Wolfram let his hand slide down on her body, slowly over the navel to shame. He affected her constricted cunt, in whose labia the blood already dammed up and that slowly began to swell as a result. Find a finger into her pussy to the stop and began, deep in her body the same circular movements as before. With every second he could see in Katja’s face how she became more and more excited.
She was now a tomato red on her face and cried out quietly, pointed out lace.
In between he paused when he said that Katja otherwise had one orgasm would get. As soon as her arousal curve was flattened again, he started again with his circular movements in her vaginal canal. In this way he held it about 5 minutes. In doing so, he taught her softly: “Well, my little dirty bitch! Every other day you should be hanged here as a punishment for your heat! Certainly you got it again today while I was gone! But from now on other strings will be raised here!“Katja liked to be humiliated with words like this.
After a few minutes she was so finished that she began to whimper in uninhibited lust. She trembled all over the body: “Please Lord, let this horny slave sow come, I always want to be good …” But shortly before she reached her longed -for orgasm, Wolfram pulled his hand back and gave her a firm pat on the buttocks.
You still have to earn your orgasm, little cunt!“He laughed and turned away from Katja.
Katja looked frustrated and with slowly declining excitement, how he slowly strolled through the oat field and finally disappeared into the forest.
The sun was just going on Katja would have a lot of time to think.
The scarecrow, part 2am the most difficult was, during the long time that Katja would be tied to the cross, not to get a cramp. Katja relaxed and let her body hang. She felt the rope cut deeper into her meat and the blood was thawed in her arms and legs.
A large part of her body weight was now kept in her crotch and Katja knew that her tied pussy would soon look like a plump, ripe, blue plum. She also knew that Wolfram liked this sight particularly when she was so naked and defenseless on the cross. Certainly she would soon have to shave between her legs so that she could present this part of her body even more unprotected to her husband.
Slowly Katja let her thoughts wander free. Otherwise she had nothing to do ..
As a child, Katja had found the thought of being defenselessly delivered to someone else and being punished for anything.
During the Indian games she was always preferred to be the “squaw”, which was caught by the white soldiers, or she had been able to be developed by Indians as a “farmer’s daughter”. Most of the time, she had manipulated her teammates of both games so cleverly that at the end she was almost always tied to the “Marterpfahl” or had been somehow locked or tied up.
But it was never really “martled”, although she almost always did everything possible ..
Only once when she was tied to a tree as a “chief daughter” by a gang “Banditen”, Bernd, 2 years older than her and the captain of the bandits, had suggested: “Let’s pull her out naked and rub them fromHead to toe with nettles. Then she will definitely tell us where the treasure is!”The” treasure “was a simple plastic box with toys that Katja had previously buried in a secret place. While Katja had afraid, but also full of expectation, how the three boys had collected a bunch of fresh nettles at the foot of her tree in front of her, for the first time she felt this enormous sexual excitement that she had always looked for afterwards.
After that she was peeled bit by bit from her costume, with the three only a small part of her Tie up had solved and immediately again established so that she couldn’t run away.
Bernd had used the opportunity to touch Kat-Ja’s bare skin extensively and put a few times to her bursting breasts.
Katja had received the first orgasm of her life. At that time she had just been 14.
After that, however, when she stood in front of the three boys naked and defenselessly tied to the tree – when she shouted lightly at pain shortly afterwards because Bernd had hit her nettle across her bare belly with a bundle of bundle, the three were afraid of the consequencesGet this brutal game and bound her victim and Katja returned her clothes.
Katja had often asked himself how far she had gone in this game. She could have betrayed the job at any time where she had buried the “treasure” and the three would have stopped immediately. What would have happened if the three had really flogged from head to fuj3 with nettles? But she had no opportunity to repeat her experiment because it was no longer invited by Bernd, Ingo and Albert.
At 15, Katja had been deflowered.
She couldn’t even remember the boy’s name.
Wolfram had met at 17. He was 18 years older than her and then a coach in the mixed judo group, which included Katja. Katja had noticed by the fact that she was the only one of the four girls in the group under her white judo suit never wore a bra and that it was not clear to her when her breasts were exposed in the fight.
Of course, the boys of the same age tore themselves in their group to fight with Katja and some people took the freeness in the combat female to touch them heartily on their almost developed breasts there. But Katja endured everything with stoic serenity and still encouraged the young to greater cheek.
Sometimes she groaned a bit unusual in the fight and sometimes became red on the face – afterwards.
Once Katja had forgotten her judo suit and fought that day without pants, only with a top that she bored one of the young and her pink panties for every struggle. Between the fights she had “topless”, only dressed with her panties, sat in the tailor seat on the edge of the mat and watched the others.
The other three girls quickly became jealous of Katja because they attracted all the boys’ attention. Manuela, Inga and Sonja began to punish Katja for their behavior by fought even more commonly than the boys against them. As a girl, they finally knew much better how to grasp another girl to the chest so that it really hurts.
On some days, Katja left the judo mat with dark red bruises on her breasts, where Manuela, Inga and Sonja had cracked again. But she also put up with that.
Then Wolfram asked her if she wanted to go to the cinema with him, and Katja had promised without knowing which film. Wolfram had led her straight into the “History of 0” and asked her about the film without wiring whether she wanted to become his slave.
After just one day to think about Katja, Katja had become his slave and two months later, on her 1 8th birthday of home from home and pulled to her new “Lord”.
Now Katja was 22 and had been married to Wolfram for two years. Wolfram had inherited a small farm a year ago and a filled savings book from his parents who died early.
The income from the courtyard and the interest rated for a pleasant life as a gentleman and slave ..
Every morning Katja got up at five o’clock to milk the cows, to feed the cattle and to cut out the stables. She always did this work completely naked. That was very practical, because the night she spent naked next to tungsten in her marriage bed and she had so much less dirty laundry to wash. In the beginning it had cost some overcoming to go across the courtyard and into the stables, but she had got used to it over time.
When Katja was finished with her morning work, she washed her way at the hand pump in the middle of the courtyard from head to toe.
To do this, she had to bend over the old bathtub, which stood there and use the pump swing, with the other hand, distribute the ice -cold water that came from the depths on her body.
Then she prepared breakfast for her husband and served him to the bed – still naked. Only then-and only when Wolfram allowed her-she was allowed to put on her short, cheap cotton coat, which has been the only piece of clothing for two years Summer was allowed to carry.
If she had to do a job in the yard during the day, the goal of which was always closed, in which she would get dirty – every time she had to strip her coat, do the work naked and wash on the pump before sheKittel put back. Sometimes Wolfram came over and let her lift her coat up to her neck in the middle of the yard to check the condition of her vagina and breasts with your hands.
Even if she had to do in the village – mostly she just went to the small village shop, in which Annette magazines, cigarettes and a few foods sold the farmers – Katja was only allowed to put on her coat and even had to go barefoot. Then she had to be very careful not to expose herself through an awkward movement in front of the other villagers.
The coat consisted only of a few more than two fabric railways at the front and back, which were held together by a few cords over Katja’s completely bare bodies.
It was enough for it to prevent itself too far so that the coat opened on the sides and her lower body was outdoor. And when they raised their arms, there were broad slits under their armpits, through which you could see their breasts from the side.
Katja shouted up a rustling near her and she looked around, meanwhile it was around 10 a.m. But it was just any little animal that stroked Katja through the dense oats. There was nothing to be seen around them than the oats, which stood motionless and the forest edge 50 meters away.
It would be a hot, wind (windy day.
Katja was mostly tied to the cross as a punishment by Wolfram.
But he never told her what she was actually punished for. Instead, Wolfram always said that it was the duty of a good slave to guess her master’s wishes in advance and to fulfill without command.
In fact, Katja was now almost continuously busy finding out what her Lord might want and then into practice without hesitation. Katja had never felt so dependent and helpless in her life – and she liked this condition!Katja had spent many summer days on this cross and she couldn’t say what weather she preferred.
If it was hot and windless, the sweat soon began to run down on her bare body and then itched the thick, dirty wig and the tattered nightgown so bad that she had sometimes believed that she had to go crazy. If it was rainy and windy, she trembled with the cold and every gust of wind was exposed to her bare lower body. With every gust of wind, of course, the risk of seeing a “real woman”.
Katja had given Wolfram precise instructions on how to behave when she was discovered, luckily that had never happened before. But once it would happen, then Katja would have to be truthfully answered every question of her “discoverer”.
She would have to tell the unknown every erotic detail about her existence as a Wolfram’s sex slave. And the unknown would have permission to do with Katja whatever he wanted – except to tie her off. At least these were the commands that Katja von Wolfram had received.
But Katja was confident that that would not happen extraordinary on this day. Again, Katja dawned into the realm of the waking dreams ..
The scarecrow, part 3Wolfram even managed to sneak up quietly to Katja’s “Marterpfahl” before she noticed.
It was only when he was only a few meters before her that she shouted out of her daydreams and was very frightened.
“Pooh …” she groaned relieved after she had recognized her husband and Lord. That means Katja tried to groan “Pooh …”, because only a hoarse croak came out.
It had become noon now and the sun was almost vertical above the oat field. The sky was brilliantly blue and there was total windless. Katja’s dried tongue stuck on the palate and flows of sweat ran under her thick wig and down on her almost naked body.
“Time for a little one lunch break, you don’t mean my darling? Wolfram greeted his marriage slave and pushed her up her nightgown: “You look really cool, your whole body shines with sweat and you stink like an Iltis!“Wolfram had to control himself so as not to grab Katja’s naked, openly presented pussy.
The huge bump in his lederhosen showed how much the sight of the completely defenselessly bound slave had already excited him.
“Please give me something to drink,” croaked Katja and tried to sound as feastly as possible.
“No, first of all I have to inspect you, Wolfram gave back unmoved and began to check Katja’s bonds.
Wolfram loved the violence he had about Katja. He knew: if he wanted, he could let her hang here as long as possible. She was completely delivered to him! Wolfram also knew exactly that Katja secretly enjoyed it when he went beyond the framework of what she volunteered and tormented it a little more intensely. As a result, their limits were always pushed a little further out.
And Wolfram finally had a lot with his small, horny slave sow – at least more than his marriage slave was already able to guess, Wolfram thought!First he inspected her arms. The bonds on the wrists were still as tight as in the morning. The bonds on the shoulders had cut into the meat slightly, but Wolfram came to the end that it was not necessary to loosen them. Katja’s arms were slightly blue through the blood thaw, but that wasn’t too bad.
From experience, Wolfram knew that she would easily endure until evening without the permanent damage to her body left behind.
Of course, she would not be able to move her arms for at least an hour if she was tied off the cross and it would hurt if the blood began to circle again in its limbs. But the helplessness and pain would only make Katja hornier when she was already!Then Wolfram Katja pushed the nightgown up to his neck to examine her breasts. They stood tight between the knits, which were in eighth around Katja’s upper body and were covered in sweat. The brown nipples with the round, five -piece -sized courtyards were immediately stiff when Wolfram touched it.
He let the fingernail hard against one, then against the other, which Katja answered both times with a mixed pain and horniness noise.
“You are horny like the neighbor’s bitch, you dirty bitch!“He said his wife:“ Certainly, since this morning you think nothing else than to be fucked by me (the voice!))). But you still have to earn the pleasure!“The old, rotten knitting around Katja’s belly had loosened up and he spanned it until Katja’s waist was struggled as tightly as it was choked by a corset.
Wolfram crouched down to inspect her lower body. He pushed his face almost directly between her bound legs.
“Your pussy now looks like a mature, plump, dark blue plum! He died admiringly when he saw Katja’s firmly constricted gender since the early hours of the morning. “I really would like to take you down and fuck you now, even though you don’t deserve it! In any case, you always have to be completely blank -shaved from tomorrow and I will regularly tie you up there with cords so that you can see your blue plum better!“He stroked slightly with the fingertip over Katja’s thickly swollen, blue labia and pinched with thumb and index finger in her clearly protruding clit.
Katja acknowledged the touch with a violent moan and her lower body began to twitch uncontrollably.
You couldn’t see whether the moisture between her legs consisted more of sweat or more of vaginal secretions, but now a surge from vaginal secretions over Wolfram’s hand and Katja’s vaginal opening seemed to grab it like a small, hungry animal.
Wolfram was impressed! “You horny dirty!“He pushed out and rammed her right index finger into the vagina until it stops. With wide movements, he brutally moved around in the opening. He knew that this technology would guarantee his masochistic slave to climax. At the same time, he twisted her clit between thumb and forefinger of the left hand: “Well, you want to come for me?““ Please, yes, let me come!“Katja came out, suddenly much less hoarse.
“Not only your cunt becomes wet when you get horny, but also your mouth, you dirty bitch! You no longer crash like just as! Wolfram noticed amazed.
When he realized that Katja had achieved such a level of excitement that she would be no longer stopped by nothing, he pulled his finger out of her vagina and began to drag his fingernail rhythmically against her protruding clit ..
Katja now screamed out her excitement uncontrollably.
The pointed, barking sounds that they left were almost animal. She reared up in her bonds so that the knitting penetrated even deeper into her breasts and steps into her step. The orgasm lasted almost a minute ..
“So, my darling, now there is lunch!“Wolfram got the tupper can with Katja’s Essen, the large spoon and the drinking bottle out of his pocket.
At the Indian snack in the city, he had brought an extra sharp curry court and still sprinkled with salt at home. There was a strong, Hungarian red wine to drink.
The curry was supposed to make his wife thirsty the afternoon and torture with his sharp torture.
The alcohol Again, she would make the agony a little easier, relieve the pain and solve all the remaining inhibitions still existing. Until the evening, Katja would have turned into the drooling and whimpering, completely helpless, yet mercilessly horny, half -animal beings that tungsten fucked best!He was looking forward to tying the helpless bundle of people, putting a doll in the oats like a doll and fucking on the spot in both holes.
But the best thing was that Katja, as his slave, let all of this ended up completely voluntarily, that she even wanted it herself and found it incredibly horny – even before and especially after she had survived it!Woosit for spoonful Wolfram Katja interfered with the sharp curry dish and gave her a few sips from the bottle. Katja always snapped with her mouth after the bottle like a thirsty and drank the strong wine in greedy swallow. She didn’t speak a word.
She knew they would need alcohol to survive the time until evening.
Tupper can and bottle were empty at the same time. The wine had started to work immediately and Katja’s look worn out. Wolfram knew that she would soon be back in her country of dreams. He would come back in a few hours ..
Wolfram decided to be particularly generous to his small, pain -horny slave;Tonight he would give Katja plenty of drinking before fucking her and he would massage her from head to toe with pain -relieving cream.
If it were not too weak, there might even have a super horny love night in the common marriage bed before Wolfram of his Wife And the next morning slave say the common plans that he had forged in the past few weeks.
Wolfram wanted to bring them to its extreme borders … he set off satisfied and went back towards the edge of the forest.
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