“You can and you will,” I reply calmly. My free hand moves between our bodies, finding her clit with practiced precision.
She hisses at the contact.
“Your body already knows what it wants to do.” I begin to stroke her. “Let it happen.”
Behind her, my accomplice presses closer, his breathing hot against her neck as he watches over her shoulder. The knife remains at her throat as he makes eye-contact with me.
“Look at that,” I murmur as I feel her body responding despite her mind’s resistance. “You’re getting wetter. Your pussy’s squeezing me tighter. I knew you could do it.”
Her face contorts in shame and self-loathing as her body continues to betray her. The conflict in her eyes is exquisite; the horror of her situationbattling with the involuntary physical response I’m forcing out of her.
“That’s it,” I encourage, increasing the pressure on her clit. “Give in to it. Let your body do what it needs to do. You know you want to.”
A broken noise escapes her lips as her rhythm slightly falters. I can feel her getting closer, her walls are beginning to tighten around my cock.
“She’s close,” He says, his voice thick with arousal. “Can I have her ass after? Even if she cums?”
“We’ll see,” I reply, not taking my eyes off Puppet’s face.
I thrust up into her harder, matching her movements, driving deeper as my fingers work her clit relentlessly. The needles in her nipples catch the light with each bounce, blood now dried in thin trails down her breasts.
“Cum for me,” I command. “Cum on my cock now, orhegets his turn with that flashlight.”
Her body tenses, thighs quivering as she fights against the inevitable. I can see the moment she surrenders; the exact second when her body wins over her mind.
Her head falls back, a sob tearing from herthroat as her pussy clenches around me in rhythmic pulses.
“There it is,” I whisper, satisfaction coursing through me as I watch her unwilling orgasm wash over her. “Good Puppet.”
Behind her, my partner whines with impatience, the knife wavering slightly at her throat. “My turn now?”
I shake my head, still buried deep inside her as the aftershocks of her orgasm ripple around my cock. “Not yet. I’m not finished with her.”
Puppet’s head hangs forward now, hair curtaining her face as silent tears drip onto her mutilated breasts. The shame radiating from her was palpable, thick enough to taste.
“You made her cum,” he pouts. “You said-“
“I said we’ll see,” I cut him off. “And I’ve decided I want more from her first.”
I grab her chin, forcing her to look at me. Her eyes are vacant, retreating to some inner place where we can’t reach her.
Not on my watch.
“Stay with us, Puppet,” I say, tapping her cheek lightly.
My cock is still hard inside her, throbbing with need. I haven’t cum yet, and I have nointention of doing so until I’ve extracted every ounce of shame and suffering I can from her broken body.
“Now,” I say, reaching for the first needle embedded in her right nipple, “let’s see how tight you get when I pull these out one by one.”
With each needle I pull from her tight buds, her pussy clenches around me. The pain is there, but then there’s the pleasure that she feels.
The one she’s trying to hide from us.
I brush her hair back from her face, slower this time, letting my fingers linger just enough to make her feel it. “I see the cracks in your mask, sweet one.” I murmur, leaning closer. “Allow it to crumble.. show me the real you.”
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