Justin's ordinary day

Justyna was born to be pain whore, like her mother and grandmother.

Justyna walked home from school with her head down. She knew that whether she was late or not, she'd still be beaten. Firstly, she only had four condoms filled with sperm; she should have had five at least. That was Daddy's order, but those idiot schoolmates were only talking about "raping" hordes of girls. In reality, only four "brave" ones agreed to suck their cocks.
It was quite chilly, but she didn't even notice it. She was just trying not to cause a stir in the street if the wind blew her miniskirt up, a very miniskirt, 2-3 centimeters up to her slit. Of course, she never wore panties; that was Daddy's order, too. Her nipples, however, felt the brunt of it; they stuck out cold under her almost see-through blouse, which she had to keep unbuttoned below her breasts anyway. If the blouse lifted even a little, you could see the marks—the welts from the whip. Fresh marks, Justyna's younger brother had beaten her breasts, which were only just beginning to become visible. Despite this, her little brother called them udders. Her brother pissed in her mouth in the morning, and she, sleepy, couldn't swallow it all, hence the beating as punishment. He probably also told Daddy, so there would be an additional flogging. Almost at home, she adjusted the dildo in her ass; he was almost certain Daddy would check on her. The consequences were obvious: a whipping. But she was most afraid of the guests. Daddy's invitees could have practically anything; they had no limits on inflicting pain, rape, and all manner of perversions. Justyna entered the yard and headed for the back entrance. Daddy declared that servants, slaves, and whores were only allowed to enter the house through that route. She tried to open the door quietly, then slipped into her cell – the small, almost empty utility room was now her bedroom. Almost empty, with only an old, rumpled mattress, a blanket, a mirror, and a stool on which she arranged her "clothes": a skirt and blouse. She stripped naked and stood in front of the mirror. She checked her armpits and the mound of her cunt; they were shaved, but she preferred to check them. She really didn't want any additional punishment. She fixed her hair, put on leather handcuffs, both on her wrists and legs, and a collar around her neck. Before entering the living room, she dropped to her knees and knocked on the door. "Come in!" she heard. She opened the door and crawled in on all fours. The first thing she saw was her father sitting in his throne-like chair. The naked, powerful man was lasciviously stroking his huge, semi-erect cock. Her mother, naturally also naked, leaned against the table and spread-eagled, being ass-fucked by her grandfather, her father. Also sitting there was a guest, Mr. Stronng, a truly licentious sadist. Mr. Stronng was stomping on Grandma's face with one foot, as she lay naked on the floor, and with the other heel kicking her already swollen and blue cunt. Grandma was completely hairless, completely bald, with no eyebrows or eyelashes. Instead, her body was covered in old and fresh whip marks, scars, cigarette burns, vulgar tattoos, and Daddy's initials were branded with an iron on her sagging udders and flabby buttocks. All of this was complemented by large piercing rings, and the ones piercing her cunt lips also had weights suspended from them. This meant her cunt lips were about 20 cm long and looked like hanging guts. Justyna crawled up to Daddy's throne and began licking his sweaty feet.
"Good morning, Daddy, can your whore daughter please you?" she asked.
"How many condoms?" he asked.
"Four, Daddy," she said in a trembling voice.
"Even your friends don't want to fuck you, damn it, who am I keeping under my roof? The punishment will be 100 lashes, your older brother will beat the shit out of you."
"Daddy, please, have mercy, I can't stand it! I beg you, forgive me, I'll try, I promise, I'll be an even better whore, Daddy, please have mercy," she whimpered to her father.
"Kid, where the fuck are you? What's wrong? Don't you feel like having fun? What's wrong with you?"
"I'm Daddy, I watched it, you know what? You know what? Shit, porno of course! They showed a great idea there, some guy was cutting some slave whore's cunt lips into strips with a scalpel!"
"Hahah!" the men cackled. "Oh fuck, he made curtains out of her cunt, haha!"
"Indeed, Young, great idea, maybe I'll do that to my daughter?"
When Justyna heard this, her hair stood on end in terror. She wasn't sure if Mr. Stronng heard it, but he would definitely do that to her!
"Justyna, you bitch, first get a beating from your brother. Nooo, ok, I'll be merciful, you won't get a whip, you'll get 100 lashes. And then Mr. Stronng will take you to his place."
Justyna was hoping that Mr. Stronng would fall asleep, as usual, after his first and usually last ejaculation. But if he didn't fall asleep, it would be incredibly painful, because then he was angry, inventing the cruelest tortures. She was most afraid of anal sex. Stronng wouldn't give up fucking a teenage girl in the ass, and neither daddy, nor brother, nor the invited guests gave her any chance of her wounded bowels healing. But first, Mr. Brother, 100 lashes. Knowing my younger brother, this scoundrel won't let up on beating you as painfully as he can. I'll probably piss myself again from the pain. And there will definitely be new bruises.
"What, sister? Beat it? I'd love to pour a sjambok on you, but daddy wouldn't let me. The sjambok cuts the skin so nicely! Come on, little sister, down to the basement," and he added a kick to my pubic mound. The piercing in my clitoris probably cut my cunt lip. Obediently, on my knees, I went down to our home torture chamber.
"Justa, how merciful I am to you. Choose, do you want the bench and the ties, or do you prefer it without?"
"Thank you very much, Mr. Brother, I would prefer the ties without. But I beg you, My Lord, for more mercy. Please, I will obey you completely." You know, Mr. Brother, that I'll spend the night with Mr. Strong later. You also know he's cruel. Mr. Brother, I promise I'll fulfill what you couldn't force me to do. What do you say to that? -
- Ha, will you eat my shit??? You would have eventually anyway, but okay, 100 lashes in batches of 25 and rest, don't haggle anymore, or I'll get pissed! -
- Oh, thank you very much, Sir, I will be very obedient, I promise. -
I stood in the middle of the torture chamber, legs apart, hands on my neck, waiting for the first pain. My brother approached me; although he was younger, he was a head taller. He grabbed my pierced nipples with his fingers and almost lifted me up. I couldn't help but groan in pain.
- What are you moaning about, you whore? I haven't started yet! -
- Sorry, Mr. Brother! -
Then the whipping began. I somehow endured the first five lashes, then the pain began to spread everywhere; I couldn't stop myself from moaning, whimpering, and begging. The pain was brutal, pounding almost as hard as Father Daddy. I first fell to my knees, then crawled and writhed on the floor, but the blows were everywhere. I could still imagine that I'd have welts and bruises everywhere. After the 25th break, theoretically, my Brother, I barely managed to kneel before he plunged his cock into my throat. He was so high from the beating that after a few minutes, he ejaculated into my esophagus. When he finished the 100 lashes, I couldn't even scream from the pain anymore and had no strength to get up. I lay there for several minutes, aching, with stinging welts on my hips, back, breasts, and ass, even a few lashes on my arms. I lay there even though I knew Father might pour more if Master Strong got impatient. I secretly hoped that if I gave Mr. Strong a good fuck, gave him a perfect blowjob, and licked his ass, he'd finish after his first ejaculation.

A Night with Mr. Strong - Coming Soon