lovelyluckygirl
Really Experienced
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- Jan 7, 2009
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She shuddered as he withdrew each needle one by one, unable to feel anything below her waist. Her ass was numb from pain; her pussy, from pleasure. She coughed, shaking heavily beads of sweat dripping from her face, dripping onto her shoulders and slipping down. She sat gingerly on the soft mattress, wincing as she put all of her pressure on her ass. Not only her skin was sensitive; her asshole was still so tender from his whippings, and she bit back a yelp of pain. She breathed heavily, trying to regulate her breathing, and looked down, away from him.
"Elise," she murmured, her voice scratchy and barely audible.
She looked up at him briefly, her eyes dull and without the rebellious fire that they once held. She resolved to stay strong, thinking the worst was over. But somehow it wasn't. He still was planning on using her. With his words small tears began to leak quickly out of her eyes and travel down her cheeks. She began sobbing uncontrollably, yet quietly, her shoulders shaking, ignoring his small comforts. She shook her head, the only sign of rebellion to what he was saying, yet she made no move towards the door. She remained sitting, listening to him, and only when he was finished she made a small nod. Elise was broken enough to listen to him, to completely submit to him.
"I...I understand," she managed, coughing once more.
She thanked him for giving her 5 minutes of rest and stood gingerly, testing her muscles in her legs and elsewhere to make sure they weren't permanently damaged. She smiled wryly to herself, wondering if she was going to die here, and hoped he would just be fucking her from this point on. She supposed she could deal with that...yet as he made her lay on a red leather table, she questioned herself, her bottom lip trembling once more. She lay down, and shut her eyes, waiting for the inevitable worst.
"Elise," she murmured, her voice scratchy and barely audible.
She looked up at him briefly, her eyes dull and without the rebellious fire that they once held. She resolved to stay strong, thinking the worst was over. But somehow it wasn't. He still was planning on using her. With his words small tears began to leak quickly out of her eyes and travel down her cheeks. She began sobbing uncontrollably, yet quietly, her shoulders shaking, ignoring his small comforts. She shook her head, the only sign of rebellion to what he was saying, yet she made no move towards the door. She remained sitting, listening to him, and only when he was finished she made a small nod. Elise was broken enough to listen to him, to completely submit to him.
"I...I understand," she managed, coughing once more.
She thanked him for giving her 5 minutes of rest and stood gingerly, testing her muscles in her legs and elsewhere to make sure they weren't permanently damaged. She smiled wryly to herself, wondering if she was going to die here, and hoped he would just be fucking her from this point on. She supposed she could deal with that...yet as he made her lay on a red leather table, she questioned herself, her bottom lip trembling once more. She lay down, and shut her eyes, waiting for the inevitable worst.