Total pages in book: 184
Estimated words: 176002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 880(@200wpm)___ 704(@250wpm)___ 587(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 176002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 880(@200wpm)___ 704(@250wpm)___ 587(@300wpm)
This is sacrifice. This is surrender.
This is the freedom in giving up the fight.
This is why I’m such a submissive in the first place.
Yes. I can come like this.
I’m going to come for him.
But then he moves.
“No, please,” I manage to say as I feel a fresh batch of nettles brush my thighs, because surely not. He can’t. I feel him lining them up, still playing with my slit as his fingers position themselves at the entrance to my needy cunt.
“Use your safe word if you want me to stop,” Master says, and I fight myself all over again, but it’s easier this time.
I have less resistance.
I’m a more willing sacrifice.
“Beg me to fuck you,” Master says. “Beg me. Do you want the solid burn of pain deep inside?”
I summon my strength, hips rocking as he works my clit.
“Please, Master, fuck me. Fuck me with nettles. Fuck me with anything, just fuck me, please.”
“You’re so sore, Holly. Your cunt is in such a beautiful state.”
I imagine the state of me. My pussy lips must be torn from the clips. I must be lashed red, and some strikes must have cut. And I’ve been pounded by so many cocks, I’ve lost count.
“I wish I could see my fucked-up whore cunt,” I tell him. “I’d love to see how much you’ve hurt me.”
“That’s your own pleasure for later. For now, you’ll have to take my word for it, and beg for more.”
“Please, Master. Fuck me up some more. Fuck me up. I sacrifice myself to you. I surrender!”
“And this is why we chose you,” he says.
He must have gloves on, because his fingers feel rubbery as he pushes them inside me, covered by nettles. The sick bastard finger fucks my pussy with stinging nettles that sear my insides like fucking sin, and the men groan and grunt in pleasure around him.
It only spurs me on.
“More,” I tell him through the pain. “I can take more than that, and you know it.”
Another finger, and he goes deeper, but that’s not enough. It’s not even close.
“Come on!” I say, still squirming against the nettles on my desperate clit. “All the way fucking in! You want me to call you, Master, then show me you are one! Show me you deserve it, like I’ve shown you!”
He squeezes my ass cheek hard with his other hand and shunts his fingers deep and fuck it blazes like sin inside me.
I hiss and curse but still I push back against him.
The men around me are growing frantic, I hear the sound of hands working cocks, and wish again that I could see it.
“I’ll show you what Master means,” my master says, and he twists his fucking fingers inside me.
I cry out when he stretches me like a true dominant, rough as a beast, and it’s violent. Time stands still as he uses me, opening me up. I don’t fight him, I help. I buck back against his hand until his whole fucking fist is in there, burning like hell.
He turns his fist inside me and the blazing pain eats me whole.
I almost collapse, and only stay in place because his fist is holding me there.
I had no idea I could take this. None at all. Maybe I’ll regret it later, but right now I’m actually smiling, my soul dancing in the bliss of hardcore heaven once again.
“I’m not pulling out,” Master says. “Give me your safe word, if you need to stop.”
What fucking safe word?
“More!” I manage to say and I scream like a fucking savage, nothing but feral as the guys take it in turns to fuck my ass, with Master’s burning fist still buried deep in my pussy. This is insanity. I’ve lost my mind, and I’ve lost my body, but I don’t care. I’m as loud as I want to be, and nobody stops me, they just use me like I deserve to be used as I curse and yell and buck back at them. And they do come this time. My ass is filled to the brim, cum trailing down my lashed thighs as Master twists his fist inside me.
I love it all.
Everything becomes a delusional, crazy, animalistic mess of a blur. My senses are fucked from being hooded, and I’m exhausted, my whole body screaming as I wail and cry, and still I beg for more. Guys jerk their cocks all around me with grunts and groans, and they unload into my ass, until it must be a filled up to the max, and then finally – when I really have earnt it with every scrap of my soul – Master circles my clit with the tips of his gloved fingers, his other fist still in my pussy as he grates a knuckle on the inside. The right fucking spot.
Fuck.
Oh fuck, it’s like heaven in hell.