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Forgiveness

There was a pause behind me and I shuddered to wonder what Chad was doing now. Suddenly, I felt his strong hands on my ass—not beating me, but spreading me open. Then, his cock at my cunt.

I shuddered in delight as he entered me, my pussy still sore from last night’s hard fucking. I gasped, groaning as his cock embedded itself completely in my wet, tight depths.

“Oh, god…” I groaned, my arms trembling from the uncomfortable position I had been forced into.

“That’s right…” Chad whispered, running his fingers over my burning tortured ass. “I am your god.”

“Oh, fuck…” I moaned in spite of myself, feeling so naughty, so filthy… I found myself pressing back, driving my ass into him, trying to slide more and more of that delicious dick into my tightness. I wanted him. God, I wanted him bad. I wanted to feel his seed enter me, spill into my tight womb once more, fill me up, even put a baby in my belly…

“Harder! Harder!” I found myself screaming in spite of myself, in spite of the intense, numbing ache in my nipples and Chad’s hands slapping, ripping their way into my ass. “Fuck me harder!”

“What do you say?” Chad grunted, his thrusts slowing almost to a stop. I gasped, sliding myself along his dick, trying to get his cock to move again. I was addicted. There was no way he could stop now…

“No, slut. What do you say?” he growled, pulling hard on my nips. I screamed, positive that I would look down to find them bleeding and raw.

“Please…”

He slapped my ass harder, I was sure, than he had slapped it ever before.

“Please what?”

“Please… Sir.”

I groaned in delight as I felt his thrusts pick up again.

“That’s right. Sir. I’m your Sir.”

“Yes, Sir…” I whimpered, hanging my head in shame as he rode me.

“Say it again. Who am I?”

“Sir.”

“Once more.”

“Sir…”

“And again…”

“You’re… You’re my Sir.”

With that, Chad dug his cock deep into me once last time and moaned, throwing his head back. I felt his body convulse on top of me as his cock unloaded his seed, spraying his essence deep into my tight, swollen hole. I moaned, shuddering in pleasure and pain as my pussy accepted his hot cum, seeming to open up around him in order to gobble it down, to milk him.

“Oh, god…” I whimpered, collapsing in a puddle of sensual agony as he slid himself out of me.

“That’s right. I am your god.”

~

But I wasn’t done… Not by a long shot. Chad pulled me to my knees again and I found myself faced with his thick, swollen, but flaccid cock. It reeked of my pussy and sweat.

“Clean it, whore,” he growled. A thrill went through my body. I never realized how much I loved being called names… As a kid, of course, you hate it, but in the mouth of a lover, on the lips of a master, a nasty name like “whore” or “slut” becomes so much more… So much sexier and more arousing. Something desired and anticipated, instead of something to hate.

I leaned in, dragging my tongue along his cock. He sighed, gripping me hard by the hair as I worked, tugging on my head as I slurped and suckled the flesh of his dick, tasting my fluids, tasting his.

“That’s it, Kenya… Do you like the taste of your cunt on your master’s cock?”

I looked up at him with big eyes and nodded obediently. The nasty word rolling off his tongue only made me more excited to please him.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl. You’re learning.”

I blushed and went back to my work.

“Thank you, Sir.”

“I think you deserve a reward for that. But first, finish with your task.”

A reward? What could it be? Diamonds? Pearls? Emeralds? No, it would be something sexual, at least for now… Maybe he would make me cum. I was incredible sore but I would have loved a chance to cum… The only problem was how sensitive my pussy was. I wasn’t sure if I would be able to stand him touching me without screaming and even passing out… That’s how sensitive and swollen my poor, abused pussy had become.

And, of course, that meant that my cunt was another opportunity for him to torture me. The idea was so scintillating, so arousing and nasty…

Finally, he seemed to have decided that his cock was clean. He was hard again—big surprise, Chad seemed to have the stamina of a fourteen year old boy who’s just discovered how to masturbate.

“Present your tits to me, cunt,” he ordered. I was all to happy to comply, even though I had no idea what my poor breasts were about to endure.

“How do you like these clamps?” he asked, an evil grin on his face as he ran the tip of his finger around the perimeter of my aureola, his finger just barely touching one of the alligator clamps and nudging it. I gasped, shaking ever so slightly.

“I… I like them quite a bit, Sir.”

“But don’t they hurt?” he asked, displaying fake concern. He reached out and held the mouth of one of the clamps between his index finger and his thumb. I could feel even that slight addition of pressure.

“They… They do… But Sir seems to like them…” I whimpered, choosing my words wisely.

“That’s right. Sir does seem to like them,” Chad said with a grin, his fake concern melting into sadism as he squeezed. Not hard, but enough to make me whimper and gasp as the teeth dug deeper into my flesh. He kept squeezing and I felt tears coming to my eyes as I tried to force myself not to beg him to stop.

Finally, it was too much. I burst into tears, unable to stifle a sob.

“Please, Sir, I can’t take it…” I gasped. Chad stopped.

“What can’t you take?”

“It… It hurts too much…” I whimpered, unable to meet his eyes.

“Maybe I should kick you out on the street? Maybe you’d like to take a cab home naked right now? Oh, of course, you’ve got no money… I could toss you down on the sidewalk outside and let you walk home. How’s that for a walk of shame? Naked, with your poor nipples all swollen, your filthy cunt leaking…” he said cruelly, grabbing the other nipple and twisting the clamp.

I screamed, unable to decide if I wanted to shy away from him or if I wanted to press closer to him, to embrace the pleasure and the pain and see where this embrace would take me.

“Sir, please…” I gasped, a humiliated mess, not knowing exactly what I was begging him for.

“Please what?”

“Let me make it up to you?”

“I’m waiting.”

He took a step back. I had no idea what to do. I was still on my knees, a filthy, disheveled mess. Finally, I took hold of the clamps and slowly began to twist. The pain was excruciating, but I endured, not breaking my gaze with Chad.

“I’ll… I’ll do anything for you, Sir…” I whispered, biting my lip so hard it almost drew blood as tears fell from my eyes, as I tortured my own nipples, destroying them, cutting into them. Chad watched silently, his face a stone statue, displaying no emotion whatsoever. What was he thinking? Was my offering sufficient? I felt like I was an ancient priestess, offering something to a god at a pagan temple…

“I’m satisfied,” he said finally, a hint of a smile playing on his handsome lips. I gasped and let go, my nipples screaming as they untwisted. He bent over and undid the clamps one by one. I let out a scream, shuddering as the fierce teeth let go of my tortured flesh.

“Thank you, master…” I whispered, hanging my head half in shame, half in humiliation and regret. I couldn’t believe I had told him not to do something… I wanted to be everything for him, to be the toy he could live out his darkest fantasies with. I had never known this was what I wanted but here it was—the desire to be the clay that he molded into his unending pleasure burned deep and bright inside my soul.

“On the couch,” he ordered. “Spread your legs and play with yourself till I get back.”

I scrambled to my feet, my knees sore and bruised from having been fucked so hard and fast on the floor. I arrayed myself on his fancy leather couch and spread myself, as lewdly as possible, dipping my fingers into my wetness. He stayed to watch, as if making sure I was doing it right.

I gasped as soon as I touched myself—I was really that sensitive. My body screamed and ached and my pussy was slick to the touch, burning hot and all but shrieking in pleasure and pain as I began to rub myself, moaning ever so softly.

“Good girl. Keep touching yourself. I’ll know if you stop,” he said with a wink.

He disappeared into another room and left me to play with myself, whimpering as gasping as I teased my fingers around my clit, too afraid of the profound, cutting sensations that would rip through my body if I got too close to it…

How the hell had I ended up like this? Only yesterday—had it just been yesterday?—I was a regular college girl, who had to be convinced by my friends to stop studying for a few hours to go to a party. My friends… God, they must have been worried sick about me. I couldn’t wait to tell them what had happened to me, what I had become—what I had started doing and enjoying.

Finally, after I don’t know how long, Chad returned, carrying three items. The first was a huge dildo—it had to be at least nine or ten inches long, and as thick as you would imagine it. It was carved out of black rubber and my breath caught in my throat when I saw it. I couldn’t imagine that huge, nasty thing inside of me… But I knew I would have to take it, if Chad told me to.

The next item was obviously a vibrator—a tiny, black bulb, the kind of discreet toy that college girls buy for their first sex toy. Funny, it seemed surprisingly humble next to the giant black cock that dwarfed Chad’s hand…

The final item was totally unknown to me, however. It looked kind of like a dream catcher. There was a pink plastic circle with what looked like gator clamps—the same that had been clamped onto my nipples—attached to straps leading away from the outer rim of the circle and into the middle of the hoop. What the hell was it?

“You’re probably wondering what I have in store for you…” Chad said with a smile as he set the three items down on his glass coffee table. “I want you to tell me what each of the items is.”

I reached out to touch the dildo and Chad slapped me hard across the face. I shrieked, my flesh burning from his touch. I felt a welt rising on my cheek and my body couldn’t help but be hungry for more.

“Did you ask if you could touch?”

“Sir, maybe I touch?” I asked through tears.

“Yes, you may.”

I picked up the dildo. It was surprisingly heavy and thick. And very, very stiff—this was serious business. This thing could do some damage. And I knew it would be doing its damage to me very, very shortly.

“This is a dildo,” I said, feeling a little silly for having to spell it out.

“Good girl. Next?”

I picked up the little black egg.

“I’m guessing this is a vibrator?” I asked. I twisted it and it burst to life. And god, what a vibrator! My entire body seemed to shake, and shake so violently that I all but dropped it!

“Good! That’s right. It’s a vibrator. But not just any vibrator. This little friend is called the Termite. It is pound for pound one of the most powerful machines you can buy on the market—anywhere. The motor in there has the same horsepower as a sports car.”

With some difficulty, I managed to twist the termite back into its off setting. Now, I picked up the final toy…