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“No!” I tell him and scream when the whip cracks and my pussy screams along with me.
“Again!” Master says and the whip wielder is in full flow.
…four, five, six and fucking seven, and I must be bleeding by now. The clamps are hurting so bad, and my clit feels like it’s never going to cope with so much as a touch again. My safe word is on my tongue, it really fucking is.
“More!” Master yells and then it happens.
The whip wielder is steady in his rhythm, strike after strike after strike and my soul lights up, pain morphing, until I’m floating in the warmest pleasure.
No pain. No sobs.
Just crazy, delirious pleasure and I don’t ever want to come down.
“Stop!” I hear Master yell and I really could cry as the guys holding me lower my legs, and I’m back on my tiptoes.
“Did you see angels?” Master whispers next to my ear.
“Practically,” I tell him, panting, “I was definitely flying high.”
“Good girl,” he says, “Now, how about we grant you the privilege of making it feel nice again down here?” Master asks, but I flinch, because he can’t make it feel nice again. Not yet. Nothing will make it feel nice again. My cunt, my tits, my back, my ass, my whole fucking body is on fire.
Still, despite common sense, Holly, nods. I nod.
“Yes please, Master.”
“Brace yourself.”
I curse as he takes my nipple clamps off, one by one. Someone cuts the wires holding the pussy clamps to my thighs, and spreads me open to remove them, one savage little beast at a time.
My blood pumps, and my most sensitive parts throb in agony, but there is something from the depths rising up in me. I still want this.
I think it’s Master’s tongue that laps at my nipple, so gently. I think it’s his mouth that warms my poor throbbing tits, and laps and sucks. And through the pain, it’s soothing. Slowly, the throbs of agony turn to tingles, sparking a path right down between my legs.
Master pulls away, and another mouth replaces his, tongue flicking. Another man comes up to the other side, and both nipples are soothed and teased at once. It feels surreal, incredible.
I’d hold their heads to me if I could.
“I’m going to be the first inside you,” Master says, and I realise he’s behind me now. His fingers are lubed up, thick and wet as he strokes them between my savaged pussy lips, and he’s fully aware of what he’s doing, barely touching my clit – just a whisper. And that whisper is enough to drive me wild.
“Spread her legs again,” he says, and once again I’m manhandled into position, but the mouths on my tits don’t go away, they are replaced by fresh ones. I can tell the difference. It’s such a glorious feeling as they alternate. I’m consumed by the sensation so much that I almost miss the first thrust of Master working his cock against my slit from behind.
The tips of his fingers are still brushing my clit as he inches his way inside me, and I get a wave of familiarity at the longing to have a cock buried deep.
I need to be fucked.
I need to be used inside as well as out.
“You’re everything I hoped you would be,” Master says, shoving his cock all the way in.
If I wasn’t gritting my teeth so hard at the pulsing pain, I’d tell him his cock was everything I hoped it would be, too. Long and thick.
I try to focus on the friction inside me and the mouths sucking on my tits as he fucks me.
He angles his cock head and it grinds against the spot. He’s skilled… so fucking skilled. I let him know it with whimpers, and he presses his mouth to my ear through my hood.
“I told you it would be a privilege to feel nice again, and I wasn’t lying, was I?”
“No, Master. No.”
