Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 101561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 508(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 508(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
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.
“You disappoint me.” His fingers are on my cheeks, wiping my tears. “I was going to take you, sweet bird, I was going to take you and love you, but you have not been good for me.”
“I’ve been trying so hard,” I say, and I have. I have tried so hard.
He shakes his head. “You held back, Magpie, I know you did. Don’t lie to your master, tell me you held back.”
A sob, a desperate sob. “I’m sorry, Master, Vincent. I held back.”
“One final chance,” he says. “For our guests, pretty bird. You have disappointed them.”
“Thank you! I won’t hold back!” And I’m smiling, grateful.
He lowers me onto the bed, and this time I won’t fail. I’m hungry, begging, forcing myself onto fat cocks before they can even position me. I lick and I suck, and I grind and I moan and I beg, and I give everything. Everything. Every. Fucking. Thing.
I give everything until I’m a twitchy used mess, in a slippery pool of filth. My hair is slick and my lips are crusty, my asshole is on fire and my pussy is too sore to touch.
And then it’s over. There is no more.