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[The_PG]

*I watch wistfully as you move the whiskey away, quietly bitting my lower lip wishing that you hadn't but sensing enough to not speak up about it So distracted am I that I notice your perusal late, and my cheeks instantly flush a lovely shade of mauve beneath my tanned skin*

Umm, I'm not the most familiar with those terms. I like pain to the point of blood, I love to cum, and I love to be fucked like a toy....like I said....I'm newer....

*blushes deeper at my lack of knowing the terminology, knowing that my previous master who was new to the life style as well was unable to prep me any better, not realizing yet that I answered the inherent command in your voice untill suddenly your hand holds my wrist in vice like grip. Frightened for a moment I give my wrist a quick tug trying to free it and knowing still that its useless I whimper softly*

*I give a grunt for both your answer and attempt to move away from the bar. They're both rather pathetic, but at least your answers were an attempt at the right thing. Trying to leave when you've only just arrived is rude. I'm briefly reminded of the Full House when one of the children coined the phrase, "How rude!" But the thought vanishes in a puff of smoke as you blush. That is something I like, and yours is above all else honest. That is something I can work with.*

Don't try that again.

*Holding onto the one wrist I pull you down to the edge of the bar, before leaving it and sliding into the elevator. The ride towards the fifth floor is long, and knowing this as you do not, I use it to my benefit.*

Strip.

*The simple command fills the elevator. Which suddenly stops moving, but the doors do not open. I can tell the large elevator suddenly has become very small for you. But the rules are clear. White tee-shirts and panties. Or nothing at all. I cross my arms, waiting impatiently.*

 

[Lady_of_Roses]

*I give a grunt for both your answer and attempt to move away from the bar. They're both rather pathetic, but at least your answers were an attempt at the right thing. Trying to leave when you've only just arrived is rude. I'm briefly reminded of the Full House when one of the children coined the phrase, "How rude!" But the thought vanishes in a puff of smoke as you blush. That is something I like, and yours is above all else honest. That is something I can work with.*

Don't try that again.

*Holding onto the one wrist I pull you down to the edge of the bar, before leaving it and sliding into the elevator. The ride towards the fifth floor is long, and knowing this as you do not, I use it to my benefit.*

Strip.

*The simple command fills the elevator. Which suddenly stops moving, but the doors do not open. I can tell the large elevator suddenly has become very small for you. But the rules are clear. White tee-shirts and panties. Or nothing at all. I cross my arms, waiting impatiently.*

*Hearing your grunt and knowing from the look on your face I did wrong I curse myself slightly, wishing I was better at behaving and knowing its a problem of mine, though from the looks of things I just may have come to the right place to get that particular kink worked out. In a small voice I say~" Yes sir, so sorry sir" and rather than comming out mocking it is clear that I am truly contrite as I hang my head slightly and demurely follow you into the elevator as a small part of my brain screams at me to run, but I quickly shush it, for I am apparently getting what I came for, if rather sooner than expected.*

*An audible swallow echoes through the elevator at your command, yet eager to please I quickly reach down and unhook my skirt in back, letting the lacy material fall to the floor in a puddle as I step out of it, leaving my heels on for the moment. My shirt covers me to my knees as I reach up and untie my head scarf, my black and grey spotted ears peeking up shyly as though uncertain I'd be welcome. Dropping the scarf on the skirt my hands slide down and up again, brining the shirt with them and revealing a delicate gauzy set of matching emerald green underwear that just matches my eyes. Knowing better than to turn around out of modesty's sake I wrap my arms about myself to unhook the bra, forcing myself to let it fall to the floor as I blush deeper and you watch it climb my lovely d-cup chest, nipples already hard and perky. Lastly I fish off my panties, hips undulating as I remove them and stand before you in only my heels, hands clasped tightly behind my back, gaze on the floor*

 

[The_PG]

*In response to your sudden nudity the elevator doors slide open inaudibly. A dull music fills the air. Just enough to hush any sounds that are not meant to be heard such as growling stomachs or regular breathing. But it's quiet enough for the creak of rope, or swish of leather can easily be heard. At least when there are no screams or cries. Your shameful submission is a turn on, at least coupled with your obedience. Your breast, while obviously a source of pride hold little sway in my mind. I remember to mention that at some point.*

You're going to have to earn the feeling of leather about your throat, if you ever wish to feel it again slave. Follow me.

*I lead you to a corner of the room where two heavy beams are set in an X up from the floor. I push you into them backward, and stretch your wrists to the top of the worn tops. Securely fascinating them with thick leather that strains with tension once i am finished applying the locks. I do the same with your feet and then stand up and let my gaze travel over your stretched out body.*

I'm going to ask you questions. And you are going to answer them. I will decide if the are good or bad answers. There is no right or wrong, or fucking multiple choice.

*I pick up a soft braided leather whip. One that cannot cause too much damage; knowing my propensity to get carried away. Experimentally i whip it across your overly large breasts. Smacking them both with a blow that is hard enough to nearly pull you out of your restraints if they weren't made so well.*

Do you like physical pain?
Do you like mental pain?
Do you want physical pain?
Do you want mental pain?

*After each I land a blow, but not nearly as hard as the first one. These are simply "warm up" questions and blows.*

 

[Lady_of_Roses]

*Fighting the urge to look about the room I follow you in, keeping my gaze to your back and following closely. Jumping softly once more as you speak your words shock me, my mouth hanging open in a small round "o" of surprise as you mention that I may once again feel leather about my bare neck.

Yet I'm given no time to think as your hands upon my shoulders propel me backwards onto the cross, a lovely instrument I'd only heard of. A fine trembling begins in my legs and arms as you strap me in, I make no move to get away and only hang my head, knowing my eyes are starting to come alight with the joys of what is to come. In response to your instructions I give an almost forlorn sounding "Yes sir" yet underlaying it is the tones of excitement. Hearing the movement of leather my head snaps up as I look to see what you hold and a gentle moan is ripped out of me at the mere thought of being played with."

"Do you like physical pain?"
*a soft scream followed by a nod as I jerk hard in my bonds, quickly I realize my mistake and say call out a strong "YES sir"*

"Do you like mental pain?"
*this time I swallow back the cry and whimper "Only a little Sir!"

"Do you want physical pain?"
*This time I brace for the sting of the whip and moan out a " YES PLEASE!"*

"Do you want mental pain?"
*another jerk as I shake my head saying " Not so much sir!"*

 

[The_PG]

*Many things are decided by those four questions, but I say none of them. Instead I continue to whip your body, moving myself and the position of my wrist to make sure I strike every crevice of your body. Under your breasts, your inner thighs, behind your knees, under your arms, anywhere there is flesh that is not red I strike at least twice until there is a constant buzzing or stinging in every nerve on your body. Then I stop and remove my shirt directly in front of you. Watching you passively for a reaction as the sweat coating my muscles drips into the slowly soaking waistband of my jeans.*

*I step very close to you and run the heel of the whip between your pussy lips.*
Do you want to be fucked here?
*The handle then moves to your mouth; bouncing off your teeth once before you open your mouth wide enough.*
And here?
*finally i shove it up your asshole.*
And there?

*I leave it, but stay close. My large hands slowly encircle your throat and I squeeze ever so slightly, but with the pressure growing greater. My eyes staring rigidly into yours.*

And lastly... Are you afraid?

 

[fuckmeat]

*I push a finger inside of your cunt, noting the fresh tightness with a little bit of jealousy aimed towards my right index finger. I saw it smoothly, and curl my finger against your g-spot. Stroking it firmly, actually stabbing it would be a better word to describe the thrusting motion i make.*

I know you're afraid to ask. So let me fill you in on a little secret about us, cunt. You want to know the depth of my depravity and see how far you can push us, but sometimes... Sometimes I want nothing to do with you, sometimes it goes so deep and it's so dark I don't even feel you anymore. You think you can follow me, but I go someplace where you cannot follow. Do you know how... Useless that makes you? How replaceable you become? Like a battery under the water. No matter how many times I charge you up. You'll never manage to make anything brighter.

*I lean in close. And whisper softly.

Worthless.

*My finger is quick to grip you, conveying my need without me having to open my mouth and beg. He starts pounding my G spot, which kicks the arousal in me up a gear. I'm already trying to control it, knowing that he may not let me cum at all. His voice is pitched low, the tone malevolent. It is his voice and his words that make me shudder, not his finger stabbing in and out of my cunt.*

I know you're afraid to ask. So let me fill you in on a little secret about us, cunt. You want to know the depth of my depravity and see how far you can push us, but sometimes... Sometimes I want nothing to do with you, sometimes it goes so deep and it's so dark I don't even feel you anymore. You think you can follow me, but I go someplace where you cannot follow. Do you know how... Useless that makes you? How replaceable you become? Like a battery under the water. No matter how many times I charge you up. You'll never manage to make anything brighter.

*He leans in close, dropping further still to a whisper.*

Worthless.

*I know I'm replaceable, I know this because he will fuck any woman who walks through the door when I'm not around. I like to think that the depth of my depravity gives me value to him, that I have worth according to how much I'm prepared to suffer for him. The reality is that he could groom at least half of the sick bitches who are drawn here into what I have become.

The last time I was here, he killed me.

He had medics on standby and he has paid for the best care for me. But he pushed my body and mind as far as death, maimed me almost beyond healing and watched triumphantly as I ceased to breathe. For me it was an intense, bonding experience that required superlative trust in him.

For him it was a game to see how far I would go. I went all the way, furnishing him with his answer and once he knew that, he lost interest. The game became boring. I became redundant. He never visited the hospital or called. He has not told me to come back here. Until recently my torn, stitched cunt was still healing. I knew far better than to offer him a less than functional plaything. Now I'm healed and like the proverbial moth I'm back here again. And his first move is to jam his finger up the cunt he ruined and tell me how utterly worthless I am. There will be no acknowledgement of what I endured for him. I didn't really expect one but nevertheless, I confess myself disappointed and... humiliated.

My cunt is getting wetter despite his words. I am not here to brighten the place up. He has pretty little submissives with long lists of limits for that, the ones he doesn't beat into terrified abjection. I am here, if anything, so that he can experiment with how much he can dim, smother and blow at a flame before it goes out. How long he can leave that flame out before trying to ignite it again.

He knows what I ache to be for him, but I'm beginning to fear that on some level he actually likes me too much (or should that be fails to hate me enough?) to expose me to his darkest extremes and most depraved excesses. I would probably still immolate myself willingly upon them but he does not want me to and it's what he wants that counts.

I push back tentatively against his finger, testing the surgeon's handiwork. My worthlessness is starting to have a consistency to it that's almost reassuring.*

I always know where I kneel with you.

*I murmur. His proximity is making me light up alright, hypersensitive with terrified alertness from my head to my toes. The hairs on my forearm and the nape of my neck rise at his low pitched whisper... it feels like home.*

I will follow you wherever you let me, for as long as I can still crawl.

*Probably shouldn't have told him that but it's not as though he doesn't already know. Vocalising that makes it somehow more true though.*

 

[Lady_of_Roses]

*Many things are decided by those four questions, but I say none of them. Instead I continue to whip your body, moving myself and the position of my wrist to make sure I strike every crevice of your body. Under your breasts, your inner thighs, behind your knees, under your arms, anywhere there is flesh that is not red I strike at least twice until there is a constant buzzing or stinging in every nerve on your body. Then I stop and remove my shirt directly in front of you. Watching you passively for a reaction as the sweat coating my muscles drips into the slowly soaking waistband of my jeans.*

*I step very close to you and run the heel of the whip between your pussy lips.*
Do you want to be fucked here?
*The handle then moves to your mouth; bouncing off your teeth once before you open your mouth wide enough.*
And here?
*finally i shove it up your asshole.*
And there?

*I leave it, but stay close. My large hands slowly encircle your throat and I squeeze ever so slightly, but with the pressure growing greater. My eyes staring rigidly into yours.*

And lastly... Are you afraid?

*Having never been whipped so throughly Sylvie is fairly dancing in her restraints. She quickly learns that watching the whip is no indication of where it will land, as with the lightest twitch of his wrist this mysterious man can set it upon a new course. Shocked by her bodies response to the whipping and abuse Sylvie moans and writhes, trying to avoid the whip as it gets to be close to too much in one area, crying out the loudest when her breasts and other sensitive areas are hit. Before long she finds that she has tears rolling down her face, though she couldn't say if it was from sadness or fear....

Just when I think its about to be too much and start to get utterly terrified because I have no safe word the stinging slaps suddenly stop. Realizing that her eyes were closed she opens them to find the man stripping for her. With a soft moan I try to clench my thighs together to hold in the rush of heat I feel but the bonds holding me tight give no resistance.

Seeing and feeling you step closer I whimper, though I couldn't say why or what I wanted..... when suddenly my most intimate area is invaded as I attempt to scoot away from the probe. Groaning and crying softly as you touch almost every place I like to be fucked all I can do is whimper more, barely managing to nod as every movement pulls on my nicely warmed up body. As you leave the whip in my ass I find myself squirming against it, eyes closed enjoying it when suddenly my brilliant green eyes fly open wide and sobs of terror begin as you squeeze my throat. Every instinct I have says to thrash about but I know that will make it worse for me. My breast heaves as I fight for each breath and enough air to whisper a "Yes sir" that can barely be heard.*

 

[The_PG]

*I hear the words and release all of the pressure, but not the touch of my fingers from your neck nor the intensity from my gaze. It is there and strongly resilient, as if I am still asking and still cutting off your air supply. I love how it makes you squirm even though there is no reason to physically do so, and finally I lower my hands too.*

Good. Fear keeps you sharp. It keeps your senses sharp, and...

*I slide two fingers into your cunt. Sawing roughly and at a curved angle so that it nudges your g-spot roughly. Not taking an preliminaries, just fucking it solidly with my fingers in a way that's just as demeaning as it is arousing. My thumb glides left to right, and right to left over your clitoris.*

It really doesn't matter what you fear. It's just fear itself, that you need to be afraid of now.

*My other hand suddenly pinches your nipple; just to gauge how well you are 'fearing' me.*

 

[Lady_of_Roses]

*I hear the words and release all of the pressure, but not the touch of my fingers from your neck nor the intensity from my gaze. It is there and strongly resilient, as if I am still asking and still cutting off your air supply. I love how it makes you squirm even though there is no reason to physically do so, and finally I lower my hands too.*

Good. Fear keeps you sharp. It keeps your senses sharp, and...

*I slide two fingers into your cunt. Sawing roughly and at a curved angle so that it nudges your g-spot roughly. Not taking an preliminaries, just fucking it solidly with my fingers in a way that's just as demeaning as it is arousing. My thumb glides left to right, and right to left over your clitoris.*

It really doesn't matter what you fear. It's just fear itself, that you need to be afraid of now.

*My other hand suddenly pinches your nipple; just to gauge how well you are 'fearing' me.*

*As soon as the pressure releases I gasp in a deep breath, quickly squelched by the intensity in your gaze as I try to calm my heaving breasts my eyes unable to look away from yours, swallowing convulsively as I work my throat against the pressure of your hand, then it occurs to me that your hand is another collar of sorts.....and suddenly I relax back into the bonds, drooping slightly at the relief of finally being well and truly topped. As you lower my hands my gaze darts back to yours fearing I've done something to displease you.

Listening gravely to your words I nod, biting my lower lip out of a nervous habit suddenly biting into it nearly hard enough to draw blood as two fingers spear my soaking pussy. Immediately the sensation has me trying to run from it, pulling and yanking at my bonds, crying out as you hit all the best spots I continue to try and run from the pleasure you are giving me, half afraid of it as its been so very long since my body was used, you find me increadibly tight, body clinging like a vice to your fingers.

Unawares of your hand I scream as there is a touch to my nipple, half expecting it to be overly rough jerking and painful, but it turns into a soft moan as there is just enough pain to be pleasureable.*

 

[The_PG]

*The fear I spoke of is evident in your eyes, and also obviously in your actions. It turns me on to see you struggling and truly afraid of how good this might just feel, because of that I continue prodding in your intensely tight pussy. I don't care how it got that way, Pilate classes or disuse, I don't give a fuck how just that it is. I don't throw hot dogs down hallways. Not even big ones. I stop squeezing your right breast for a moment, and my fingers 'walk' over the left one. The anticipation to the climax of the pinch is perfect, and I squeeze just as you are at your most tense.*

When you cum you must keep both of your eyes open.

*My thumb pushes into your clitoris hard, circling the erect nub in time with my pounding, jabbing fingers.*

You must also make no noise. I don't want you interrupting my thoughts, at all.

*I move my foot between your legs and give the whip in your ass a soft kick, before chuckling loudly in your face.*

And if that falls out I may just kill you. If you understand me. Then show me.

*Using my pinching hand I slide it up to our throat and squeeze once again. Returning to the terror you showed me, but only putting enough strain to limit your air, not shut it off completely. I realize it will help keep the noise down, but when I said no I meant not even a whimper or groan, which should be next to impossible.*

Cum, slut.

 

[Lady_of_Roses]

*The fear I spoke of is evident in your eyes, and also obviously in your actions. It turns me on to see you struggling and truly afraid of how good this might just feel, because of that I continue prodding in your intensely tight pussy. I don't care how it got that way, Pilate classes or disuse, I don't give a fuck how just that it is. I don't throw hot dogs down hallways. Not even big ones. I stop squeezing your right breast for a moment, and my fingers 'walk' over the left one. The anticipation to the climax of the pinch is perfect, and I squeeze just as you are at your most tense.*

When you cum you must keep both of your eyes open.

*My thumb pushes into your clitoris hard, circling the erect nub in time with my pounding, jabbing fingers.*

You must also make no noise. I don't want you interrupting my thoughts, at all.

*I move my foot between your legs and give the whip in your ass a soft kick, before chuckling loudly in your face.*

And if that falls out I may just kill you. If you understand me. Then show me.

*Using my pinching hand I slide it up to our throat and squeeze once again. Returning to the terror you showed me, but only putting enough strain to limit your air, not shut it off completely. I realize it will help keep the noise down, but when I said no I meant not even a whimper or groan, which should be next to impossible.*

Cum, slut.

*tears roll down her cheeks as she tenses up as your fingers stroll across my breast. Your timing is perfect and once again I scream for you, loud and long, yanking at the cross as hard as I can. Gasping softly at your words I nod slowly, very clearly against my will though I know i must respond or be punished.

All of a sudden its like you doubled up on pleasure and in response my body tries to double over the muscles in my abdomen tightening and clenching as you spear my pussy and torture my erect little clit. Unable to keep quiet i start to keen, high and low at the immense pressure building up

As you say to make no noise I suddenly swallow all sound with an audible choking noise, sobbing softly and as silently as I can. Mouth opening in a soundless groan as the whip in my ass is kicked I tighten my kegals the threat of killing me has my eyes wide whites showing and nearly rolling in terror. Never before have i been treated like this, never did I imagine it could be this way....and yet my damn body kept betraying me, acting like a dirty little whore wanting more. Knowing I must respond I nod again, but fearing that isn't good enough add another whispered. " Yes sir"

Needing you to know who I am, and yet knowing you won't care I whisper my name softly *Sylvie....I....am Sylvie!*

Then your hand is at my throat again and for some strange reason I relax, thinking of it as a collar and thinking somehow that it makes me safer, despite the limiting of my air. Black spots start to form at the edges of my vision as all I can see is your face.

As you order me to cum its clear that my body has been trained in this was I cum on your command, hard, body spasming around your fingers, juices dripping down your hand. My mouth is clenched shut my lip bitten hard enough to draw blood as I cum.....and yet I whimper, I keen, I moan. all softly but enough that you know I made a noise.....*

 

[The_PG]

*Your name goes in one ear before getting stored in a deep, dark room that is full of cobwebs and abandoned things. Like the name of your friends friend. Who the fuck cares? I see you try your hardest to remain silent, and it's hot the dark room. The orgasm rippling through your body; ripping feelings from inside of you that i'm sure you did not know existed. Yet not a soul even turns to glance at you during this momentous moment in your history. Your pathetic excuse for a history, i should say.*

You made noise.

*That is my only comment as I wipe my fingers off under your nose, and kick the whip out of your asshole; allowing it to be dropped on the ground in order for my staff to clean up later. They know to use gloves. I trace my fingernails up your bare sides, all the way to your armpits before dragging them down in four ragged red lines until they reach the tips of your breasts.*

You bad little girl.

*I pinch your nipples viciously.*

I'm going to fuck you for that, but when I do there will be some strict rules. You will not be allowed to orgasm. Or make a noise, even if it hurts, even if it feels...

*I lean close and whisper in your ear.*

Like rape.

*I stand up straight and meet your eyes, strangely there is a touch of warmth in them.*

Because it's not. Is it?

 

[The_PG]

I always know where I kneel with you.

*I murmur. His proximity is making me light up alright, hypersensitive with terrified alertness from my head to my toes. The hairs on my forearm and the nape of my neck rise at his low pitched whisper... it feels like home.*

I will follow you wherever you let me, for as long as I can still crawl.

*Probably shouldn't have told him that but it's not as though he doesn't already know. Vocalizing that makes it somehow more true though.*

*A low growl that isn't so much of a warning as a signal that you've done something to an incorrect level.*

Did I ask for your opinion?

*I add another finger to the mix in your wet pussy and sigh discontentedly. My eyes wandering toward the numerous tools affixed to shelves and hanging from the wall, and when they return they are simply bored. Drilling into the side of your head as I continue to lubricate your cunt with just my once dry, but now wet fingers. I continue sawing both fingers in and out, watching your face while in my own little world playing my own little game. Now!*

No cumming yet.

*I pull my fingers out at the perfect time. Just as I felt the cords of tension that hold back your orgasm begin to snap. The strain on your thighs is visible, and it grows my cock slowly. I wait until your breathing has settled before thrusting my fingers inside of you again. This time building you up right to the edge, and then continuing to pump your tight pussy.*

They did a good job... But I wonder if they ruined your control, can you stop it?

*I fix a deadly gaze and smile at you. Playing with you in a very fun way.*

 

[fuckmeat]

"Did I ask for your opinion?"

*The chastisement shuts me up completely. Sometimes my devotion bores him, other times it's exactly what he needs from me. I never know which because I'm not supposed to, it would spoil his fun. I bite my lip, a mostly reflex action but also wishing to convey my obedience.

He shoves another finger in my but his sigh is one of disappointment. If anything, I think my cunt is tighter than before but my opinion is irrelevant. The sigh is just as likely to be for dramatic effect though and it works, stirring up my inner humiliation whore. My hips tense and my hole milks him as I approach orgasm, faster than I thought I would. It's reassuring in one way that I'm in working order but I find myself suddenly flailing for control.*

"No cumming yet."

*You don't say? I fight the urge to squirm and he ceases playing with me at the last moment, leaving me gasping and bucking on air. As soon as I've calmed down he's back inside me again, leaving me in no doubt of what his latest game is.*

"They did a good job... But I wonder if they ruined your control, can you stop it?"

*He forgets that they haven't done as good a job on me as he has. Even if I had wanted to masturbate during my convalescence I wouldn't have been able to cum without him standing there ordering me to. He's exceptionally skilled at firing me up and he knows it but I hold myself together and focus more successfully on quelling the rising sensation inside me. The smile on his face makes me moan and squirm, my back arching before I catch the movement and reverse it. I hold his gaze, drinking him in.*

 

[The_PG]

Good. I see they haven't ruined all of my hard work.

*I take out both my fingers and give them a sniff, before wiping them off in your hair. Then after turning off the prongs between your legs I push them into the recesses of the stand that is holding you off. Just to clear the area between your legs. It's an awkward angle, but I like it for some reason as I step between your thighs, lowering my hips, removing my cock, and pushing it up deep inside of you. I can feel the strain as your tight confines try to hold me back, but whatever new 'medical hymen' that was created is easily ripped apart. Rectifying your pussy to it's permanent status: fucked.*

*The close proximity makes soft noises as our skin glides easily against each other, as I begin fucking you gently; but only to make sure my cock is reaching as deep as it possibly can. Every other thrust I pause at the end, and give it a little shudder to open up just a little bit more of your tight little cunt. As much as I want you to be a whore. I'd prefer you to be tight like this. It just feels better, and more natural. I'm taking all the pleasure i need without ramming you like you are some sort of gate or door.*

How long do you think it will take me to cum?

*I glance at you with the same smile, as my hands slide up to your hands, I encircle your palms and begin squeezing them. The first few pops aren't painful; just like cracking your fingers, but eventually they will begin to truly hurt. I continue to squeeze as I think, appearing as absentminded as my cold impassive face possibly can. Finally I shrug.*

I suppose it's a lot longer than you would, if I told you to, isn't it?

*With a laugh I suddenly send a jolt of strength along my forearm. Cracking both of your hands at the same time; dislocating several fingers on each hand.*

 

[fuckmeat]

*I'm full of anticipation as he frees his cock and can't help wondering if my new cunt will be able to accommodate it. As I recall it took some while for him to truly acclimatise my vacuum packed holes when I first started playing with him. He lines himself up and pushes into me but something is terribly wrong. I scream as I tear inside, convinced he's just annihilated the repairwork done to me. I was not informed that he was having a shiny new hymen fitted inside my maimed cunt. Only the fact he's totally unsurprised by the blood on his shaft keeps me from begging him to stop.

Then he starts working himself deeper into me, testing the parameters of his brand new fuckhole. My cunt starts flexing on him, leading me to deduce that my pelvic floor has been tightened for his convenience. I apparently now have a cunt that could shell walnuts. Any normal woman would be rightly livid with him but for me it just makes his possession of me all the more total, that he has had me modified according to his whim.

"How long do you think it will take me to cum?"

*Now it sounds very much as though he is asking my opinion but I know better. His hands slide up to mine and envelop them, squeezing hard enough to distract me from my rippling cunt. I moan as my head goes back, but as usual, he's just getting started. I'm squealing and squirming on his cock before he gives me any respite.*

"I suppose it's a lot longer than you would, if I told you to, isn't it?"

*The next pop is vicious and I scream. His cock pushes deep into me, opening up the last recesses of his new hole, causing me even more pain. I grit my teeth and start willing myself not to climax as my body starts to shake threateningly.*

 

[The_PG]

*The obvious truth to my statement gives me a moment pause as I rest deep inside of your newly fucked cunt. Our pulses match; my throb expanding and your contracting. It starts my balls churning and pre-cum begins to leak inside of you. It isn't too hard to tell. It is much cooler than your juices. I'm not sure why, perhaps I'm just a colder person then you. The truth in that statement gives me a momentary grin as I continue to thrust upward, and inside of you. When I full stand; pushing on the balls of my feet i even lift you slightly and that makes me smile all the more wickedly as echoes of your crackling hands drip sweetly into my ears.*

You know as well as I do that it is much longer at this point, but the irony is it isn't my cock that is doing this to you. It's my hands.

*I squeeze extra hard; popping out another joint.*

Isn't it?

*I twist my hands, forcing most of the popped joints to twist awkwardly too. The swell of tension and juices answers my question as they both gush down your inner thighs.*

Going to cum, cunt?

*It's funny how the additional pronoun gives you permission to speak. I smile at the thought of grammar during sex.*

 

[fuckmeat]

*I'm shaking my head in desperate denial even as my body goes into meltdown. It has been too long since you were inside me, too long since you beat me to a pulp psychologically and inflicted physical torture on me. The pain in my hands in enough to make me retch as I gush helplessly all over your cock, milking it hard enough to cause me even more suffering.

It doesn't feel like my cunt any more and of course it isn't. The orgasm is different, my nerve endings have been somewhat rearranged. The raw ache of having my second cherry busted is increased exponentially by the insistent strokes you draw over my torn, convulsing flesh.

And you're wrong. It's not even my hands doing this to me, it's the mindfuck of being property to such a degree that my internal organs have been ripped apart and recreated by you without the slightest regard for me. I don't think I have ever felt so irrelevant as an individual; to be reduced not only to a set of holes, but holes that can be laid waste to and then upgraded.

Ok, that and your hands.*

 

[The_PG]

*My cock throbs powerfully for a second as you squeeze it and trap the blood in my sensitive head. I growl deeply, to a point where it is obviously not voiced, but a simple visceral, gut reaction. I shiver and suddenly relax as I lean over close and whisper in your ear.*

I guess it wasn't too much longer.

*As I tense again and begin pulsing inside of you. Filling not your cunt, but your womb with my strong climax and insistent pulsing. That's another modification; now you can feel the semen splashing against your walls. That is how sensitive I asked them to make your oven. Which isn't ruined; I feel i need to mention.*

You're such a bad girl... But you know, if you cum again and milk every last drop.

I might just let you live tonight.

*I raise an eyebrow. The slight tingle of hope in your eyes brings a smile to my face.*

*Then I squeeze and twist your fingers all together again.*

 

[fuckmeat]

*Your whisper goes straight through me and I shiver with you but when you cum in me, I react as though I've been punched in the gut. What the hell have you done to me? Hot cum churns in my womb as you shoot against my cervix. My body tenses in shock and fear, which makes my subsiding orgasm twitch back into life again. I decide to let it wash over me, forcing my muscles to relax and moaning in response when you speak again. Your cock presses against my clit as you crush my hands again, making me grind into you, desperate to obey you and mitigate the pain. What hits next is more an extension of the previous orgasm but it's all I can wring from my body. I moan your name as I ride it out, repeating it like a mantra.*

 

[The_PG]

*I'm impressed. Those floozy's knew what they were doing. The orgasm ripping through your body along with the crackling of your knuckles turns me on deeply. It's not just an orgasm to please myself and relieve some pressure, my nuts want to empty inside of you like there is no tomorrow. Several more waves rush over me, and I continue well past the point that my juices join yours on their ride down the inside of your thighs. I breath deeply at the end.*

Well cunt.

*I glance up and carefully reset each of your digits. Not caring how much pain that leaves behind.*

I don't think I will be killing you just yet... But...

*I step back, but at the same time my fist swings like an uppercut; shoving a thin but long dildo up your cunt. It has a flared head which nestles right inside of your cervix.*

I think I will leave you hanging here the rest of the night. SDHN.

*Without a kiss or a glance, i walk away.*

 

[Britwitch]

*I do just as you beg me to. Not needing much of anything to imagine you as a needy, slutty schoolgirl who is being raped, but only because she won't put out to take what she needs. You are bound, dressed as the schoolgirl, and moaning so very deliciously.*

You are a dirty little girl. Begging for daddy's cock, do you like it slut? Do you like daddy fucking you?

*I am slamming into you now. Fast, short strokes of a man who is only looking to bust his nut. My eyes glow with desire as I begin to open your shirt.*

Tell daddy all your naughty little thoughts...

Each short, hard, jerking thrust jars my body on top of your desk and draws an abrupt groan from my lips

You are a dirty little girl. Begging for daddy's cock, do you like it slut? Do you like daddy fucking you?

Yes...yes I love it...I love it when you f-fuck me Daddy...

I manage to moan through my whimpers

Tell daddy all your naughty little thoughts...

Yes Daddy...I, I think about you and your cock...your big hard cock and how much I want to feel it splitting me apart...thrusting in my tight little pussy making it y-yours...yours Daddy...fucking me Daddy.
I think about your cock all day Daddy, and night too...about sucking it, fucking it...please Daddy...please fuck me hard...fuck your little slut, your filthy little girl...

My words only interrupted by moaning sighs as you fuck me. Your hands on my shirt revealing my breasts shaking back and forth within their plain, white, innocent bra. My cheeks still burning bright with the humiliation of the act I'm apparently so willing to participate in

 

[The_PG]

*The bright blush on your face almost looks painted on. Like you are one of those dancing ballerina's or something, but I know it's not because of the look in your eyes. The utter sense of lost control and embarrassment. The look and the blush send a thrill of lust through my body; hardening my already stiff cock to greater proportions. I shove it deep in your wet pussy; grunting occasionally with the hardest thrusts.*

You are a slut.

*I say it like I am surprised by finding this out. My hands slip under your shirt and swiftly pop the tightly fit bra off of your breasts; letting them swing freely underneath the dress shirt. It's so slutty, as I remove my hands and watch your hardened nipples slide against the fabric.*

Such a good little slut.

*My hands drop to your hips and I slam my cock deep inside of you. Opening you up like a morning flower.*

Take all of my cock. All

*Slams.*

Of it.

 

[Britwitch]

You are a slut.

I can feel my already hard nipples becoming even more so as you expose them to the air and cause them to rub against my open shirt, the skin puckering and tingling around them. The fact that you merely watch them as they shift with each thrust making the whole thing seem so much seedier

Such a good little slut.

My response is a wanton grunt as you plough into my tight confines. My pussy aching and starting to grow sore, but my clit is tingling and throbbing, betraying my enjoyment of this harsh coupling

Take all of my cock. All of it.

A loud cry as you slam into me, feeling as though you'll go straight through me. My hands clenching and unclenching up above my head, arms straining at the restraints. Legs fighting the urge to wrap around you and draw you deeper. This is supposed to be rape. I'm not supposed to want it. But to my total humiliation, I do

Yes, yes, Daddy. Give it to me. Give it all to me...

 

[The_PG]

*I can sense the struggle is not to escape. Not with the way you are sucking me and and trying to hold every centimeter of my cock when I pull it out. You are one sick fucking slut. Enjoying every humiliating moment of this. I feel my balls beginning to churn at that. Leaning over I kiss your lips, but only briefly before my tongue delves deep into your mouth. When I pull away leaving you with an open, gasping mouth, I spit into it.*

What are you going to do slut, are you going to cum when I fill you up? Are you going to enjoy every last second as I make you a slut, and everyone finds out you're fucking your ugly old teacher? Hmm?

*My hips move steadily now, but not quick enough to bring me off. I slam into you, and slowly pull out. Just waiting for the thrust that will push you over the edge into oblivion.*

You're wetter then a bitch on breeding day. You're going to cum so hard. I can feel it.

*I let more spittle dribble onto your face.*

You like every bit of this, don't you, slut?