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“Sacrifice, Holly, remember?”
“Yes, Master.”
I can still feel the host of bodies around me. I can smell the sex in the air, my pussy wet and hungry. I know what Master wants, and I spread my knees wide on the rug, dropping myself down from all fours to reach back and spread my ass cheeks for him.
Sacrifice.
He trails the nettles up my inner thighs first, and I smile as the heat of the tingles stings like a bastard. He rubs them over my exposed asshole, and it’s worse there, the pain makes me hiss and groan, hiss and groan. My ass burns, the hot bristles attacking me, and I’m nervous of what’s coming next. I brace my knees, assuring myself I’m not going to close them, not for anything.
Sacrifice.
Holy fucking hell on earth, when Master grinds the stinging nettles against my battered, torn slit, it’s like fireworks of blinding agony zap through my whole fucking body. He circles my clit with them, tempting my pleasure through the pain as fire blazes between my legs.
“You can come, Holly. Sacrifice yourself to the pain, and the pleasure will reward you.”
My cunt is burning up. I’m gasping. Can I come? Really?
“Rock those hips,” Master says. “Take it.”
I float into the pain pulsing through me, into the subspace I love so much, and I do what he wants me to do. I work myself against his fingers as he plays with me. I must be mottling up, but the spiky heat of a thousand prickles blur into one, and I give myself over to him completely. I give him my very soul.
This is sacrifice. This is surrender.
This is the freedom in giving up the fight.
This is why I’m such a submissive in the first place.
Yes. I can come like this.
I’m going to come for him.
But then he moves.
“No, please,” I manage to say as I feel a fresh batch of nettles brush my thighs, because surely not. He can’t. I feel him lining them up, still playing with my slit as his fingers position themselves at the entrance to my needy cunt.
“Use your safe word if you want me to stop,” Master says, and I fight myself all over again, but it’s easier this time.
I have less resistance.
I’m a more willing sacrifice.
“Beg me to fuck you,” Master says. “Beg me. Do you want the solid burn of pain deep inside?”
I summon my strength, hips rocking as he works my clit.
“Please, Master, fuck me. Fuck me with nettles. Fuck me with anything, just fuck me, please.”
“You’re so sore, Holly. Your cunt is in such a beautiful state.”
I imagine the state of me. My pussy lips must be torn from the clips. I must be lashed red, and some strikes must have cut. And I’ve been pounded by so many cocks, I’ve lost count.
“I wish I could see my fucked-up whore cunt,” I tell him. “I’d love to see how much you’ve hurt me.”
“That’s your own pleasure for later. For now, you’ll have to take my word for it, and beg for more.”
“Please, Master. Fuck me up some more. Fuck me up. I sacrifice myself to you. I surrender!”
“And this is why we chose you,” he says.
