PA!I gasped at the burn, but then my eyes rolled back as she sucked my clit harder again and again. I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming. My pussy ached to be filled.
No, it’s not possible.
In the midst of such deep silence, I heard the zipper of his pants. I communicated my fear to her with my widened, bulging eyes and trembling brows that crossed my face, not wanting him to touch me.
I didn’t want any of this, yet her expression didn’t change. He guided my body, then his cock slipped into the drenched trembling mess that was my pussy. Both holes were stuffed, one so willing and the other in pure agony.
At first, he didn’t move. I focused all my energy on keeping my ass as wide open as possible, but her consistency was killing me, the flicking and sucking. She forced me to anticipate every move, then delivered right on time so my anticipation and satisfaction grew exponentially. He lost patience and thrust into me slowly. I wrinkled my eyebrows in sweet anguish. This was so dirty, yet my pussy swam in thick unadulterated pleasure.
I tightened more and more around the girth of him as he slid in and out no matter how much my walls sizzled inside. His first moan reminded me of what Sir said, that I would learn to come at the sound of his first moan. The thought pushed me to the other side. My pussy quaked around his cock.
He fucked me with all his strength while moaning, groaning, and whimpering, and I remembered Sir more and more in hisbeautiful nakedness, his green eyes, the way he caressed my cheek so gently. I tried not to come, feeling like I was a nuclear bomb wanting to explode.
“Not yet, dirty slave, not yet.”
Oh my God…I wasn’t breathing. He lifted my leg farther, the one that was on the rope, holding it straight up so I grew tighter. The beginning of a whimper escaped me, but he let it go, too distracted by fucking me to punish me.
“Fuck yeah. Get tighter.” Every thrust meant a leak of hot acid from my ass.
“You must be squeezing hard, slave, you’re leaking all over my cock. I guess we’ll burn together.”
It’s burning too much. Please. Please. Please, God, let this man come!I panted, sounding like nothing better than a disgusting bitch. I couldn’t help the tears that formed and fell on her, but still, she hardly even blinked. Then I realized she’d disconnected.Good for her.My thighs cramped.I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Now! Come now.”
He thrust into me at an animalistic speed. My entire body quaked out of control as wave after wave of extreme pleasure coursed through me. Both my holes fluttered violently.Please let me scream. Please!
With how she sucked at my clit, I felt I was going to pee.
“Tonight, I’m going to put a baby inside you and then I’ll buy you.” His cock twitched and engorged inside me, expanding me. He embraced me and released a long roar, coming. But she never stopped. The pressure built in my clit, then my juices splattered on her face.
I’m so sorry.
He laughed so hard he released me, letting me fall and choke. “You squirted without me demanding it? Because I was coming inside you? He might’ve killed you himself.” Everything was somuch more intense while choking—the pulsing in my pussy, the burning in my ass, the way my juices built pressure in my clit, then burst. The girl sat on her shins, staring at the ground while I choked in front of her. The world darkened. Foam slipped from my mouth as I struggled against the rope.
By the time he dismounted me from the ropes, I only felt what he was doing, half conscious. He laid me on the cold floor while I coughed, and pulled out whatever was inside my butt. I was on my belly, with the throbbing of my feet and leg muscles keeping me awake.
“Open your mouth,” he commanded upon returning, and I obeyed. A tasteless powder was placed on my tongue. They snorted the powder. What had he given me?
Like a hit from behind, my heart hammered, my exhaustion disappeared, and I could hear every breath and feel every speck of dust under me.
“Come here.” Like some clueless puppy, her eyes looked up at him. “Hold her cheeks open.” She was merciless, yanking my butt cheeks wide open. There was a snapping sound, then three of his fingers entered me, rubbing against every open wound in my ass. I winced and stiffened at the torture. He was wearing gloves. With time, he inserted one more finger, then swirled his hand again and again.
“Do you remember me now, slave? Do you remember how hard you came every time I did this to you?” he asked with his fist deep inside me, stretching every wound and tearing them even more wide open.
The nightmare came back to me. “He’s not here to keep you from me anymore. He’s goooonnnnne. Dead.” His hand pumped into me as the words made me lose my mind. All my hope of surviving this place disappeared.
Sir was dead? No! Noooooooooo!
At first, the wail got stuck in my throat, but with his fist deep inside me, I couldn’t control myself. His cruelty, his words had broken me.
I clawed myself forward, but everywhere I went, he followed. It became a game for him, laughing at my desperation. She would mimic him to gain his approval. I was stuck in a psychotic horror movie.
“Your ass feels so hot and tight.”
I wanted to die, but not like this because I was sure it would only satisfy him even more.
He yanked his fist out, leaving me cramping. My insides felt raw, out of place, empty, and broken. I gagged several times and placed my arm under my belly, trying to settle the anguish. It felt as if he’d torn my intestines apart and they were rocking inside me.
