Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 133034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 665(@200wpm)___ 532(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 665(@200wpm)___ 532(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
“If only you could see how beautiful you look, Holly. Your purple tits are bruising so perfectly, and you make such stunning rivers of blood.”
I imagine tiny trickles, like veins of scarlet trailing down my skin from so many needles.
His words give me pride, and his thumb against my clit gives me joy.
“Thank you, Master,” I manage to say.
“You’re so very welcome,” he says, pinching my clit gently. Pinching then circling. Pinching then circling.
I get white heat behind my eyes when the waves of orgasm begin to rise inside me, all the way through. I’m teetering on the edge for eternity, my master playing me just right until I’m whimpering like the whore I’m paid to be.
Please, oh fuck, yes, yes, yes!
My whole body is alight as I come for him, every single one of my nerve endings on fire, and I don’t care what is pleasure and what is pain anymore. All is one.
And all is perfect.
I’m free, even though I’m in shackles. My whimpers sound miles away as I come, my soul soaring high.
“It’s time,” Master says, and the stab of agony cuts through the waves like a sword blade.
My master pierces my clit with one of his razor sharp needles as I’m still coming down from my orgasm, and I hate him. I fucking hate him! But hell, I love him at the same time.
The throb of pure agony blots out everything. I can barely breathe, barely think, barely make a sound, but I’m still grinning in my hood.
Grinning, and sobbing, and flying so high it’s unreal.
“Now, let’s make you even more beautiful,” Master says, and I have no idea what he’s doing when I feel the soft sweep of satin against my thigh.
It’s a ribbon. He’s got a ribbon…
And I get it. I think I understand.
Seal it in.
He’s going to seal their cum inside me.
Master uses the needles in my pussy lips as anchors to lace my slit up like a corset.
I have a sick smile on my face as I feel him tie the bow.
“What colour is it?” I manage to ask.
“Scarlet. Matches the wonderful canvas.”
I try to imagine the pretty red bow.
“Just one final thing now, sweet whore. We want to see the ribbons strain on your cunt, trying to hold that cum in, and there is one sure way to do that. I want to make you strain.” He pauses. “Do you want to use your safe word? One word from that pretty mouth of yours and all this will be over.”
He’s prodding me. Testing me. But I will never relent.
I want him to fucking test me.
I’m lost in the realms of subspace, and I’m not coming back anytime soon.
“Never,” I say. “Make me look beautiful, Master. Strain my pussy. Make me bleed. I don’t care.”
He laughs. “Oh, you’re already bleeding, Holly.”
“Not enough…” I tell him, and brace myself, offering him my fucked up pussy as best as I can.
“Perfect slut. I knew we were right to keep you safe. And safe you are. Safe within The Agency. We will always protect you.”
I hear the truth in his words.
I feel safe for the first time in months. Truly safe from the world and its bitchiness and lies, out to get me.
I hear the rubber snap of gloves being stretched over his hands. I hear the squelch of a bottle. The characteristic sloppiness of lube. Master reaches under me and smears it over my asshole with gloved fingers, and then the other founders hoist my legs, just a touch higher.
Two lubed up fingers in my ass mean nothing to me. It’s three before I moan, and four before I squirm.
I still myself when I feel his thumb lining up. I suck in breaths, awaiting the glorious doom.
“This is going to stretch,” Master says. “It will make the ribbon pull tight, and the needles bite those tender pussy lips. It’s going to tear you a little. Do you understand?”
I nod for him.
“Answer me, Holly.”
“Yes, I understand.”
He pushes in, right to the knuckles.
“Is this what you want, Holly? Do you want to tear for me?”
I find the fire of hardcorer in the depths of me. My speared clit is singing as I answer my master.
“I want you to make my pretty laced cunt hurt so fucking bad for you, Master. I want you to make it as beautiful as you can.”
“That’s our girl, Holly. That’s our girl.”
It’s like the gates of Hell bursting open when my master pops his fist in my ass past the knuckles. He sinks in to the wrist, and my cry is so loud, echoing all around me. It really does make my cunt strain.
Everything is savage.
Everything is beautifully grotesque as he fist fucks me until I’m a used up fucking wreck.
His mouth drops to my laced-up cunt and he laps the ribbons, digging his tongue in to tease my speared clit, and even through the agony, it works. I come for him all over again.