Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 52739 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 264(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52739 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 264(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
Until he dealt the final blow.
"Are you going to come for me?" he asked softly, and I nodded as the tears started to fall.
I listened to him undoing his zipper and mewled when I felt the head of his thick, slippery cock against my entrance. Every single time he fucked me, he managed to turn me into a mindless toy meant only for his own pleasure. It didn't matter that I was a person. A young woman with hopes and aspirations. When I was with my Master, I was nothing but a set of holes for him to fuck, begging and moaning for more. And I didn't want it any other way.
"Always," I promised, and with a groan, he sank his fat cock deep inside me, filling me to the brim.
I felt my pussy clenching down on him, coming so fast it even shocked me. My body twisted in of itself, painfully and violently coming to an orgasm that rocked me to my very core. I cried when it happened and couldn't stop, hot tears of shame and need slipping down my cheeks as I cried out for him again and again.
He didn't stop, even when my body demanded it. My pussy clenched and closed but he went past every single barrier to fuck me, stretch me open, to fill my cunt with his dick until I was a weeping, sobbing mess.
"You need this?" he muttered in my ear, and I could tell he was barely holding back, eager to empty his balls inside me. "You fucking need Master fucking you like a toy whore?"
"Yes," I admitted, and once the word was out, I couldn't stop repeating it. "Yes, I need it, Master, I need you using me, fuck me harder, please..."
He chuckled in my ear and held me back by my hair as he filled me up, drop by drop by drop. Once I was left gasping for eat, his breath tickled my cheek.
"Never forget what you are," he told me.
Four
Carina
They fucked me like I was a toy.
None of them gave a shit about me. None of them cared that I was a beautiful young woman with hopes and aspirations. To the men and women in the playroom, I was nothing but a piece of meat, a set of three holes they got to fuck as hard and as much as they wanted to. And they took it out on me, too. Big, throbbing cocks were shoved inside me repeatedly, and while I cried from it hurting, another man was gearing up to have a go. Inbetween being fucked full I was tended to by women - the cum sucked out of me, my nipples bit and hurt, my lips kissed and my pussy fucking throbbing for more.
They taught me that sexual torture was the best damn drug I could ever have wanted. What they didn't know was that I trained myself just as they trained me. I watched and listened and took it, all the while building my own skills up. By the time they'd be done with me, I'd be ready to use sex as a weapon, use my own femininity to get the best of them.
I ached and longed for Thorn who hadn't so much as acknowledged me since we'd come to the Mansion.
He paid me no mind, spending all his time with Harlow. Pia bitterly admitted this was the norm, and I stewed with anger and hatred I felt for my former friend. After the little show Thorn had put on for us with her, I'd never been more jealous, or more intent on stealing him away from her. He should've been mine all along, and Harlow had been wrecking it from the beginning. What did he see in her, anyway? She was a fucking wisp that looked like a girl, not a woman. She wasn't as beautiful or as charismatic as I was, yet he had fallen for her, not me. And I hated them both for it.
"Come on, fucktoy," a man groaned in my ear, and I moaned, waking up from the half-slumber I'd been. "Time to get used again."
I cried out when he positioned me in a way he liked, but there wasn't much else for me to do. I was gasping and moaning for him in seconds, and he laughed when he saw the impact his cock had inside me. He leaned close to my ear and whispered in it, and a shiver went down my spine as I listened to him speak.
"You've been fucked for a week fucking straight," he said roughly, his hips slowly thrusting inside me. "Orgasm on top of orgasm, pain on top of pain. Breaks only for eating, sleeping, and the bathroom. I hope you're fucking exhausted, poor little bitch."
I looked down at my body, clothed in an outfit I didn't remember. Someone must have changed my clothes while I was sleeping again, or maybe they were putting something in my water to make me pass out. I wouldn't put it past them.