A man stands up from a nearby table. He is lean, with a sharp, cruel face and his eyes stare at my breasts. “I always hated Titus, thought he was an arrogant prick.” he says, striding towards the stage. “Can’t imagine a better revenge.”
He doesn’t wait for an invitation, he just wrenches his belt open like he’s about to wage a war, and he’s on me. His hands are rougher than Uncle Bobby’s, his cock pushing into my already well-used, sensitive pussy.
It’s too much, and yet Antonio’s thumb finds the remote and the vibration intensifies, forcing a scream from me that is pure, unadulterated ecstasy.
I hang from the ropes, becoming the mindless doll he wants me to be as this stranger takes his hatred of my father out on my body, thrust after brutal thrust.
He growls as he fucks me.
He spits on my body in a way that is so intentional and he drives his fingers into my flesh, twisting, as he abuses me.
“Filthy fucking slut,” he grinds out over and over as he brutalises my insides.
But Antonio keeps that vibration on. He pushes again and again, creating some awful rhythm of need in me and I stare at him, stare at my Master as he forces another orgasm from my body.
An orgasm I don’t want.
An orgasm that seems to shame me more with every passing second that I scream.
“She loves it.” The man says, laughing before slapping me hard across the arse. “Her cunt is even better than her mothers. Imagine that.”
I cry more as I realise what that means; that he’s been to Oblivion, that he’s hurt my mother too.
When he finishes, he too drops to his knees and licks me clean without being asked, his tongue both a punishment and an awful reward.
I lose count after that. A third man appears, then a fourth and a fifth.
They use and they take, and they deride every piece of my flesh while Antonio forces my body to do exactly what he wants.
One man uses my mouth while another fucks me vaginally, and all the while the vibration is a constant, maddening presence that sends shockwaves through me with every movement. They both lick me clean while I convulse in a seemingly endless chain of orgasms, my screams becoming hoarse, ragged things until I can no longer make any sound whatsoever.
The world dissolves into a kaleidoscope of light, sound, and sensation as the faces in the crowd blur.
The ropes are no longer restraints, but the only things holding me together.
I am a thing of pure sensation, a canvas upon which Antonio paints his masterpiece of degradation and disgusting ecstasy.
When Jareth steps up, I’m so close to passing out that my eyes can’t focus. It’s like there are two of them, two more men come to use me.
He says something to Antonio, but I can’t hear anything beyond the music and my own pitiful moans, so I have no idea what it is.
Antonio inclines his head and Jareth gets onto his knees, pressing his face right up to me.
“She’s so fucking wet.” He groans, dragging a finger down, right through the mess of me.
Antonio hits the remote, pushing the intensity to full blast and I jerk, screaming as he manipulates my body to disgusting perfection.
Jareth laughs, flicking the piercing which sends a bolt of pain through me that I need as much as the pleasure now.
“You think she can handle me?” He asks
Antonio tilts his head. “I’d say she’s ready. Give her a try.”
I don’t understand what they’re talking about. I’ve already had over a dozen cocks inside me, what’s one more at this point?
Only, Jareth clearly doesn’t want to put his cock in me. Instead, I feel his fingers sliding in. He groans as he forces one after another inside me and although it’s tight, I’ve been used and stretched to the point where it feels like even this is normal.
“Fuck me.” Jareth laughs. “She really is the finest work of art.”
