Meat.
It is one hell of a reward when he slams his big, thick cock right the way inside me. The way I’m hung makes the bounce against his dick fierce and the needles in my thighs feel like they’re on fire. I cry out again as he keeps on fucking me, plunging hard.
Other people’s fingers trail up and down my wounds as he fucks me. Hands test my tits, squeezing until I curse and squeal.
“Take it, slut!” Master barks, and I feel him tense up as he unloads, smacking into me, grunting with every thrust.
I’m grinning in delirium under my hood as my pussy drips with Master’s cum. So proud.
And that’s just the beginning.
The founders take it in turns. A whole host of cocks plunging in my used cunt, one after the other. Hands grip and twist and flick and play with my pin-cushioned body, and I beg for more.
I want more.
The high before the fall is always intoxicating.
My adrenaline is crazily fired up, sending me off the charts of insanity. I’m trembling like a mad thing, but my pussy embraceseverything. Every slam and plunge. Every thick round of cum left inside me until I’m nothing but a squelching mess.
I beg and whine for them to let me come myself, my clit still on hyper alert, but they don’t give me that. They only pleasure themselves.
“You’ve done so well,” Master tells me, stepping up between my spread legs after another full load. “You’re so full, you filthy little slut.” I groan at the teasing trail of another pointed needle. “Now, let’s make a true piece of art and seal it in. Do you hear that, Holly? I’m going to seal that cum deep inside you.”
My ears ring as I try to digest his words, but cognition has no place here. Only feeling.
I cry fresh tears as he pinches one of my pussy lips in his fingers. I can’t help but tense up, quaking as he stabs the needle through. But it’s only one of many…
My fucking God, it hurts like fucking hell. It feels like my skull is cracking open and my soul is floating free.
“Six in each side,” he says as he works.
He spears me six times through each pussy lip, and I’m on the ridge of pure terror when he rubs his thumb against my throbbing clit.
“And one for good luck. Are you ready for it?”
My breaths are frenzied.
Can I do this?
I can barely breathe, never mind answer him.
“Relax,” he says, and I hear so many breaths around me. So many spectators watching my master as he works so gently, raising my pleasure through the pain. “Relax and breathe, Holly. Just breathe now.”
I do as I’m told. My cries soften and my body loosens in the shackles as I give myself over.
I focus on the bliss of my needy clit being worked by a master, slippery from all the cum I’ve taken. His thumb is so skilled. Slow but forceful.
“If only you could see how beautiful you look, Holly. Your purple tits are bruising so perfectly, and you make such stunning rivers of blood.”
I imagine tiny trickles, like veins of scarlet trailing down my skin from so many needles.
His words give me pride, and his thumb against my clit gives me joy.
“Thank you, Master,” I manage to say.
“You’re so very welcome,” he says, pinching my clit gently. Pinching then circling. Pinching then circling.
I get white heat behind my eyes when the waves of orgasm begin to rise inside me, all the way through. I’m teetering on the edge for eternity, my master playing me just right until I’m whimpering like the whore I’m paid to be.
