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Ch 3: Night
He takes me down. I can barely move. My pussy is on fire. Swollen from the crop, my nether lips bulge. If Mr. Marshall wishes to use my pussy, it will be hell. I hope he just uses my ass. I hate anal sex, but anything would be better than his huge dick in my tender cunt.
Robert takes me to the master bathroom where I must contemplate myself on the full length wall mirror. Gone is the trendy girl that arrived here this afternoon. In its place is a shredded fearful slave. I have to look at my ass first, with its ten stripes, now dark purple. Then I see my breasts, striped, with drops of clotted blood on their tips. I cannot see much of my pussy, but I don’t need to. I can barely walk, the pain is so bad.
I enter the walk-in shower and shower with warm water. My nipples start bleeding again. I have to pee, and do it in the shower, like men do. Otherwise I would have to do it again in front of Parker. He is looking at me while I shower but he doesn’t notice, or pretends not to.
After I finish, I use a plush towel to dry myself, gingerly, and brush my hair. I apply some Astroglide to my asshole and pussy. Parker watches me closely. I blush again, embarrassed to be seen as I prepare my own ass and pussy to be ravaged. I redo my lipstick; there is always one of my lipsticks and gloss in this bathroom, and once it is done, Parker opens the doors to the master bedroom. I enter it, and he leaves, closing the doors behind him.
I approach the four poster bed. The bedposts are thick and strong. There are rings on them, to tie a girl with, but I have never been tied here before. I am sure others have. I wait, standing nude by the bedpost. The lights are always on, when I am waiting. The walls of this bedroom are floor to ceiling mirrors. There is no way I cannot see my reflection from all sides. I feel so submissive, standing here, the welts of the crop clearly visible on my body.
He enters the room. I can see him approach me. He wears just a terry cloth bathrobe. He regards my body; he feels the heat from my ass. He spanks me, hard. The sound startles me. He laughs. He turns me around so he can examine my breasts. He notes the blood clotting again on my nipples. He pinches them, and they stand up to attention. He smiles.
“I must always have your nipples cropped until they bleed from now on” He says.
“Yes sir” I answer.
His hands now crush my breasts. He crushes them hard, painfully, but this is nothing compared to what I have endured, and he knows it. I can’t contain a whimper, and cannot avoid feeling a familiar heat in my sore pussy. Despite myself, I am getting aroused.
He points to the floor and I fall to my knees. I take him in my mouth. His dick is about eight inches long, but very fat, at least two inches at the tip. I swallow all his length, and then come out, and lick the tip. He stands proud, hands on his waist as I work on him. He always comes in my mouth first, before fucking me. Up and down I go on him, until he is ready. He always grunts just before he comes. When I hear his grunt, I swallow his entire dick, until the tip goes down my throat; He holds my head pressed to his pubes; I cannot withdraw now. I start swallowing as fast as I can. I cannot breathe with him so deep in me, I must make him come as fast as possible, so I massage him with my throat muscles. And this does the trick. He spews his spunk down my throat. It seems like he comes forever, but finally he releases my head, and I can pull back and breathe again.
He drops his robe on the floor and lies down on the bed. I pick up the robe, fold it and put it on a chair, and then I come to the bed where he lies, already semi-erect. I get on the bed, and set to work on his dick again. I use my hands, my breasts and, of course my mouth to bring him back to his full length. I still do not know where he will want to fuck me.
He has me lie on my back and examines my swollen pussy. Finally he has me stand beside the bed and bend over. I rest my chest on the bed as he stands behind me. I pull on my ass cheeks opening myself to him. I feel the tip of his penis at the entrance of my anus. He pushes against my puckered hole, and I try to relax and pushback against him. His head pops in, and soon the rest of the shaft follows. I am being torn apart and whimper; I am happy though that he did not use my pussy. He pumps in and out of my ass, and soon unloads a second helping of semen in my rear. He comes out and lies in bed again. Without breaking position, I wait for instructions.
He smiles at me. He points again at his dick and I climb on the bed and take him in my mouth again. I am glad I gave myself those enemas before coming today. He turns me, as if we were doing a sixty-nine, and he kisses my swollen pussy. I feel him getting hard again. He spanks my ass, to get my attention.
“As soon as it is ready, I will fuck your pussy. I have never seen it so swollen. I am dying to get my dick in it”
With a mouth full of cock, I groan.
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