Use Me
Her predicament was simple but didn’t take long to prove quite intolerable. If she tried to rise from her knees, she pulled on the anal pear locked into her back hole, since it had its base tied to her ankles. If she tried to lower her arms, she tightened the noose around her neck and started to choke. And if she tried to close her jaws, she drove the nasal studs of her ring gag even deeper into her nostrils.
So she stayed on her knees obediently, arms raised high, mouth wide open, shamelessly offering her body for any kind of use her husband could devise. And he did his best to make good use of the opportunity. Even with her sight and hearing taken away, she could tell he was having great fun.
He started with her breasts, looping rope around their bases and turning them into orbs of rose-colored flesh, both perfectly round except for the erect nipples sticking out of them. Breast bondage was one of his favorites, and for good reason: when tied like this, her boobs turned delightfully sensitive. Even a playful twist of her nipples or the squeezing of her tits elicited shrieks of pain; the strike of the cane and the lash of the whip was nothing short of excruciating. So of course he tested both on her thoroughly. Soon she was screaming and wriggling around mindlessly, choking herself with the noose and yanking harshly on the wicked device stretching her butt.
She was moments away from passing out from the lack of breath when the torture finally stopped. A pair of hands grabbed her head instead and an erect cock started fucking her throat.
She tried to be a good little cocksucking slut she usually was, but with her pierced tongue captured by the gag, she couldn't provide much of a service. Even worse, the rope around her neck made her gag and choke all the while, like she was a total rookie in deepthroating. She knew she would be punished for her clumsiness and he proved her right: soon the hands let go of her head and grabbed on her aching boobs instead. She wanted to scream in pain, but the cock ramming into her throat again and again barely allowed her to produce as much as a whimper.
It took him quite some time to reach the point where he couldn’t hold back any longer and shot his load down her throat.
She hoped that his orgasm would buy her some rest, but she was dead wrong. Well, as a matter of fact, he did take a break after emptying his balls, like he usually would - he left her alone for what must have been at least an hour.
But not before massaging cayenne cream into her pussy and bruised tits.
That made sure that she didn’t have any respite from the pain while he was away. The cream was diabolically effective, making her feel like her cunt and boobs were covered in hellfire. The urge to break free and get rid of it soon became unbearable, even though her efforts to do so only worsened her predicament. By the time he came back she was weeping hysterically, even though the noose around her neck was pulled so tight she barely made a sound.
So he thought it would be interesting to see if he could, despite all the distress she was in, still make her cum. He knelt in front of her and started to massaging her pussy with the vibrating wand, occasionally squeezing or slapping her boobs to keep things lively. At first she was sure she’d never get anywhere near an orgasm, not with her tits and cunt hurting so bad, not being on the brink of suffocation all the while. But her Master knew her better than she knew herself. It took what felt like an eternity, but she did get past the edge at last, trembling, jerking, screaming, tugging on the pear and the noose at the same time.
After that it all became kind of a blur.
By that point she just didn’t seem to have any strength left to hold her position. Her arms were now trembling constantly, pulling the noose tighter and forcing her to fight for every sip of air.
She was brought back from the brink of faint by a sharp pain as the whip came down on her butt.
She took the beating silently and without much struggling, trying to focus on her breathing instead. She didn’t produce as much as a moan when he poured hot wax over her tortured tits. She barely even twitched when he placed the jagged clamps onto her nipples and labia.
She knew he had always been turned on by the idea of owning a fuckdoll. A faceless, nameless, latex-clad thing, hyperfeminine yet subhuman, a living sex toy he can use and abuse to his liking. A creature that experiences pleasure and pain the same way a human does, but has no will of her own and exerts no resistance. Well, he had his fuckdoll now… and she could only hope the reality matched up with his fantasies.
When his rock hard dong penetrated her throat again, she knew she didn’t disappoint.
This time he didn’t cum into her mouth. Soon her ties were undone and her wrists cuffed behind her back. She was tossed to the floor face down, onto her aching boobs, eliciting an agonizing shriek from her.
But her comfort was clearly of no concern to him this time. He held her down tight while removing the pear from her anus, only to replace it with his cock immediately. He grabbed onto her freshly whipped butt cheeks and started fucking her bruised asshole hard, rolling her back and forth on her still-bound breasts.
By the time he came inside her she already fainted from the pain. But it was okay. A fuckdoll doesn’t need any brain functions anyway.
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It took her two days to regain her strength and over a week for her body to fully heal. Her husband acted uber-romantic all the while, cuddling, kissing and bringing breakfast to bed. At first he even insisted on doing the housework in her stead, and it took her quite a few days to convince him she was now feeling well enough to do it herself.
They never really talked the session through, acting like it was all just a strange dream. She could tell he was undecided between asking her forgiveness for treating her in such a brutal fashion and admitting he couldn’t wait to do it again. He did tie her up and spank her a few times, but only in the bedroom - the door of his dreaded underground dungeon remained closed.
In the end it took her two weeks to get fed up with the lovey dovey shit. And one day, as soon as he left for work, she went back to the dungeon to prepare herself the same way she did the first time.
When she slapped the cuffs on her wrists, crossing the point of no return, she felt a terrified shiver crawling up her spine. Her body inadvertently went tense with panic, flexing against her restraints, yanking on the noose around her neck and the pear locked into her back hole.
She took a few deep breaths, trying to calm herself, trying to think of all the pleasure her owner will find in her suffering.
“Use me, Sir” she thought, her pussy slowly getting damp with arousal. “Use me like last time, use me in any way you want. Please, Sir, I beg you. Please use your fuckdoll again.”
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