Please, oh fuck, yes, yes, yes!
My whole body is alight as I come for him, every single one of my nerve endings on fire, and I don’t care what is pleasure and what is pain anymore. All is one.
And all is perfect.
I’m free, even though I’m in shackles. My whimpers sound miles away as I come, my soul soaring high.
“It’s time,” Master says, and the stab of agony cuts through the waves like a sword blade.
My master pierces my clit with one of his razor sharp needles as I’m still coming down from my orgasm, and I hate him. I fucking hate him! But hell, I love him at the same time.
The throb of pure agony blots out everything. I can barely breathe, barely think, barely make a sound, but I’m still grinning in my hood.
Grinning, and sobbing, and flying so high it’s unreal.
“Now, let’s make you even more beautiful,” Master says, and I have no idea what he’s doing when I feel the soft sweep of satin against my thigh.
It’s a ribbon. He’s got a ribbon…
And I get it. I think I understand.
Seal it in.
He’s going to seal their cum inside me.
Master uses the needles in my pussy lips as anchors to lace my slit up like a corset.
I have a sick smile on my face as I feel him tie the bow.
“What colour is it?” I manage to ask.
“Scarlet. Matches the wonderful canvas.”
I try to imagine the pretty red bow.
“Just one final thing now, sweet whore. We want to see the ribbons strain on your cunt, trying to hold that cum in, and there is one sure way to do that. I want to make you strain.” He pauses. “Do you want to use your safe word? One word from that pretty mouth of yours and all this will be over.”
He’s prodding me. Testing me. But I will never relent.
I want him to fucking test me.
I’m lost in the realms of subspace, and I’m not coming back anytime soon.
“Never,” I say. “Make me look beautiful, Master. Strain my pussy. Make me bleed. I don’t care.”
He laughs. “Oh, you’re already bleeding, Holly.”
“Not enough…” I tell him, and brace myself, offering him my fucked up pussy as best as I can.
“Perfect slut. I knew we were right to keep you safe. And safe you are. Safe within The Agency. We will always protect you.”
I hear the truth in his words.
I feel safe for the first time in months. Truly safe from the world and its bitchiness and lies, out to get me.
I hear the rubber snap of gloves being stretched over his hands. I hear the squelch of a bottle. The characteristic sloppiness of lube. Master reaches under me and smears it over my asshole with gloved fingers, and then the other founders hoist my legs, just a touch higher.
Two lubed up fingers in my ass mean nothing to me. It’s three before I moan, and four before I squirm.
