Thank you.
A crop across my stomach, leaving stripes of pain.
And my nose is pinched, air cut off, gurgling and retching without freedom of movement.
Thank you.
I’m pulled like a doll, my limbs lifeless and grateful. Flesh against flesh as hard cock fills my pussy. So many pricks I don’t know which to take, I bob my head amongst them, and they fill me, use me, take my mouth. I loll out my tongue, open wide ready for the next, a never ending stream of musky man meat.
Thank you.
I’m pushed onto my front, and there’s a body underneath mine, I take his dick inside, let him jerk me up and down. And there’s pain. The lash of leather on my back, and the bite of the cane on my ass. Tears spring and I cannot stop them, I don’t want to stop them.
Thank you.
My chin is dripping with spit, and I no longer know if it’s mine. My ass cheeks are spread wide, and I groan at the pressure of heavy dick against my tight hole. It’s hard for them to get inside, and they’re cursing, moaning.
“Sorry,” I cry. “Sorry.”
I wriggle as my asshole gives way, struggling against the pain, but I can’t move, there’s nowhere to go. It’s dry and it hurts, two pricks inside me, two grunting, swearing masks without mercy.
Thank you.
Fine rope cuts into my breasts, and twists, they are binding me, binding my tits so tight that they darken to red. They like to hurt me there, so many hands, so many people. They pinch and slap and twist. They pull at my tight little nipples until I squeal. A hot splash on my belly, my first gift of cum. I open wide and dirty fingers scoop it up for me, force it down my throat and chase it down with spit.
“Don’t swallow,” a voice laughs. “There’s so much more.”
Thank you.
I open my eyes wide for my gift, I want to see it all, I want to see what Master sees. A ring full of cocks, the wet sound of pleasure as they aim their seed at my open mouth. Good shot. So many good shots. It pools at the back of my throat, thick and salty, and when a bigger dick stretches my asshole I squeal enough that cum bubbles from my nostrils.
They laugh at me. So much laughter.
Cocks turn into more cocks, bodies shifting and jerking under me, over me, in my asshole and my slurping cunt. I’m hungry for all of it, begging for release as my mouth spills over with cum.
The lash of a belt across my swollen tits, and the bruises are beautiful and sore. The speckles of blood pooling under the skin.
Thank you.
“Swallow,” they jeer, and pinch my nose, and I’m trying, I’m trying to swallow the mouthful of cum, but it spills over, splatters on my bruised tits. I cough it back up, retching and wheezing, but they don’t care. They laugh. They like me like this.
They love me like this.
He loves me like this.
Thank you.
“Please,” I say. “Please hurt me.”
They hurt me. Two thick cocks in my pussy, and it hurts so bad I cry. I’m stretched full, and it aches, but it sounds so nice, sounds so dirty, as they take my squelching cunt.
“Please fuck my holes,” I say.
More drink is poured into my mouth, more bitterness. And I’m flying, I’m fucking flying.
“Fuck me! Please fucking fuck me! More! Fucking use me!”
I’m jerking and wriggling and bucking as they stretch me, and I love it, I want it.
I’m free here. Free and dirty. In one glorious, painful sea of filth.
Master Vincent will be so proud of his pretty bird.
I’m jerking pricks in both hands, and taking two in my sore pussy, and they’re poking my face and I’m smiling.
A hot splash on my bruised tits, and it’s not cum. It smells bitter. It runs down my belly and over my clit, and they’re rubbing it in, splashing it over my tender pussy.
Dirty girl, so pretty, so pure.
Thank you.
Two in my tight fucking asshole now, and it hurts like hell, oh God, it hurts. But I’m distant from it. Someone’s playing with my sore clit, and it makes it nice, it makes it so nice.
Thank you.
My wrists are pulled high, chains hooked on a winch, and they raise me, my filthy body dangling like meat.
It’s so easy to fuck me here, one at the back, one at the front, and I watch them, I watch them even as my wrists are burning with the pressure. I feel everything, I want everything.
And then there is him. Master.
He spits in my face and I’m so grateful I almost come for him.
“Please, sir,” I beg. “Please fuck me.”
“No,” he whispers, and slaps my pussy. “Dirty girl hasn’t pleased me. She hasn’t given enough.”
It breaks my heart.
“Please,” I cry. “Let me please you.”
He shakes his head and twists my sore tits, even as a fresh cock is filling up my asshole.