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I am awakened by my ass being invaded, some phallic object being shoved in there roughly.
I bite my lip to keep quiet as the object is withdrawn, then shoved in again, then again. It’s big and hard and solid, and very quickly the pain dissipates almost entirely, and I feel only pleasure. But I have only a few moments to enjoy the comfortable rhythm before it’s being jammed hard and deep inside me, and I let out a small sigh of pleasure. Yes, pleasure still, despite the pain.
No.
Because of it.
I hear a chuckle in response—Master Erek, I think. Then the object is removed once more, and Master Séverin lifts me with hard hands and lays me on my back on a long wooden bench beneath a window. I see the morning sunlight glimmering through a set of sheer curtains before he lifts his booted foot and presses down on the center of my chest. The bench is very hard beneath me; I can feel it on every one of the vertebrae in my spine, pressing, pressing. Harder and harder. Then Master Erek straddles the bench and my face, and grabs my chin, pulls my head back, and shoves his thick cock between my lips.
Oh, yes, this I can do.
I suck him in, until his heavy shaft is halfway down my throat, and I am choking, crying. And so damn desperate to please, I don’t care if he chokes me out with his cock. But, no. That’s a lie. I pray that he will. That he’ll do it over and over, until I am dreamy and drifting above my body as if in some ghostly form.
He tastes so delicious, very faintly of the tangerine bath oil mixed with come from last night, likely both his and Master Séverin’s.
“Ah, such lovely tears,” he murmurs, his tone rough with pleasure as he face-fucks me.
My body is on fire once more. With desire. With the need to serve. It’s so beautiful I nearly sob, except that I can’t when my throat is so full of cock. But the tears wash down my cheeks as I fall a little in love with my new Master.
And just when I think nothing could be any better than this, Master Séverin shoves his hand into my wet, weeping cunt and fucks me so hard I get dizzy. I blink hard, trying to breathe through my nose, to stay conscious so I won’t inadvertently harm Master Erek. And somehow in that moment I remember Master Séverin and his nightmare last night, and my heart goes tight in my chest with some strange, yearning sorrow. But Master Erek has his cock so deep in my throat, and I cannot breathe. Just as I begin to really struggle, he pulls out and comes on my face, jizz everywhere: my mouth, my chin, my hair, before it drips down my neck.
My tongue darts out to catch as much as I can, and he captures my sore jaw in his hand.
“Look at me, Girl. Ah, yes, you really are something. Drink my come, pretty Girl. Drink it and I will become a part of you.”
You already have.
But of course I can’t say it out loud.
My heart blooms in my chest, like a sun-warmed flower opening its petals.
And as my heart blooms, desire blossoms like a flame in my pussy, spreading through my limbs, and I don’t know how I’ll hold back from coming.
“Don’t you fucking come, Girl,” Master Séverin demands.
His command in itself is like a new shaft of pleasure, spearing into my body, hot and trembling, driving me ever closer to that edge.
I force myself to hold on even as he fucks me harder, deeper, but in moments my cunt begins to squeeze around his hand, and I’m afraid I will be lost.
“No!” he barks, withdrawing his hand, leaving me too empty.
But in a moment I hear his zipper, then very quickly Master Erek is holding onto the back of my knees, pulling my legs up around my shoulders, and Master Séverin parts my ass cheeks with rough hands, and shoves his cock into my asshole.
I bite my cheek to keep from crying out. He’s so big, so hard, and he goes all the way in with a single, devastating stroke.
My ass is well trained, but he is truly enormous. I pull in a breath and do my best to relax so I can take him without tearing. Not that the Masters and Mistresses ever care if we tear, and we are always well cared for after, if we need it. But I want him inside me for as long as possible. If my ass can comfort him from his bad dreams, then I will have done my duty.
He presses deeper, slides out, then rams his giant cock into me once more.
Ah, yes… Thank you, my Master.
He says something to Master Erek in French—I am too far gone to decipher it—and Master Erek pulls my legs up higher so that I am bent nearly in half. Then Master Séverin shoves his fingers back into my pussy, filling me up. Another finger, and then his whole fist is pushing inside my cunt. I don’t know that I can take it all, with his cock filling my ass. The pressure is unbelievable. But I want it. It feels so good, and it hurts terribly, and I am dizzy with need and that budding adoration that always happens when someone is really hurting me.
It feels as if my entire body is being fucked. I blink in the glare of the sunlight pouring through the curtains and glance up at his face—I don’t know why I dare to do this. And in that moment Master Séverin looks down at me, locking his dark gaze to mine. His eyes are so hard, so thoroughly shadowed. I can see the pain there.
I wait for him to slap my face for daring to look at him, but he simply stares at me, his face twisting with pleasure as he comes into my ass. And I am overcome with sensation, with a need I can’t describe even to myself. Not simply to come—it’s more than that—but oh, yes, to come.
Then I’m coming and coming, my body arching off the bench as Master Séverin continues to fist me, my pussy spasming around his hand. And he’s watching me, his eyes intense as I blink over and over, as I try to catch my breath.
