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Struggle
by Cymbidia (address defunct)
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A little story about a master and his little love
slave. (MF, d/s, rough, oral, anal)
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He grabbed a tight handful of my hair and pulled my
open mouth all the way down onto his cock. I felt it
plunge into my throat just before I gagged, pulling
back, fighting for air. Growling wordlessly, he thrust
into my mouth again and again, fucking my face without
mercy. I choked and struggled, trying to give him
pleasure, trying harder for air and space. I knew he
loved the struggle and fight I put up when he wanted
me to take him all the way down. He loved to hear me
choke on his cock while I tried to obey, to pleasure
him.
Suddenly he pushed me away. I sprawled onto my back,
looking up at him, panting. "Close your eyes and keep
them closed. Do you understand?"
I nodded, closing them obediently. I heard him moving
around the room and then felt him returning to the
bed, to my side. A quiet moment and then.. oh gods!
Pain biting deeply into my nipple where he applied the
clamp. I gasped, shrinking back, my hands immediately
coming up to cover the unclamped nipple.
"What are your hands doing?" he asked me, a small
amount of amusement coloring his words.
Moaning, "I'm sorry, Master," I pulled my hands back,
screwing my eyes more tightly closed, trembling a
little. I held my breath, stilling.
Pain, again. Sharp and biting as he seated the second
clamp onto my other nipple. I sobbed at the lancing
pain and then screamed when he pulled the cord that
connected the two clamps, arcing up off the bed to
follow his fingers as they made the cord dance and
sway in the air above me.
"Keep them closed," he reminded me, one hand
manipulating the cord, the other stroking over my
clit, pushing hard, driving me wild with need.
He worked me, offering wild red pain with one hand,
incredibly smooth pleasure with the other. I screamed
and begged and spread my legs more widely while I
tried not to move my breasts at all. In the end, as
always, I begged him to let me cum. Keeping his finger
on my clit, he let the cord fall onto my body and..
finally.. told me to cum. I exploded, screaming,
writhing, my body a thing of fire and flame,
completely out of my control.
I was gasping, still riding the wracking waves of
pleasure he had manufactured in me and barely noticed
when he rolled me to my tummy and pulled my hips up
toward him. He slapped my ass hard as my spasms ended.
I whimpered, balling my hands into the bedclothes,
holding on, knowing what was to come. Deep moans
escaped me as he roughly pushed my clamped nipples
into the bedding.
"Horny bitch," he said in a hoarse whisper,
positioning himself behind me. "Keep your eyes closed,
your hands over your head. Don't make me use a
blindfold. Don't make me tie your hands up there. Obey
me."
He pushed his cock against my ass, its head jamming
hard until it popped through my sphincter. I screamed,
the sensation of being torn open by his cock always
exciting me through the pain.
"No noise," he ordered, the rest of his cock sliding
in easily. He rested a moment, his belly against my
ass, his cock lodged deeply inside me, stretching me.
"Gag yourself then put your hands back over your
head."
Blindly, keening in pain, I searched the bedding for a
gag. My fingertips brushed a towel and I grasped it,
stuffing it into my mouth. It was enough. No one would
hear the high-pitched screams pleasure, of pain,
screams that his rutting into my ass would force from
me.
He pulled out, the tip of his cock resting just inside
my ass, then swiftly thrust in again, taking me fully,
deeply, causing me to scream again, the gag muffling
it. I reached back to slip a finger up against my
erect clit.
"No," he told me, slapping my hand away, "both hands
above your head. Lace your fingers together. Keep them
there no matter what." He slapped my thigh, hard, and
fucked into my ass again. "Keep your ass up and your
eyes closed, slave."
I slid my hands up to the top of the bed; my fingers
tightly laced into each other and tried to keep my
clamped nipples off the bed. He thrust into me again,
his whole length knifing deeply, his body resting hard
and heavy on mine. I felt my nipples dragging against
the bedding as he pulled out and cried into the gag at
the intense spiking pain.
Again and again he pulled out and thrust, filling my
ass completely. The pain receded. Incredible, deep,
wild pleasure began to color my mind and dictate my
responses. I started to thrust back toward him,
opening to him, crying out into my gag with the return
of clawing, pounding need.
He fucked my ass slowly, thoroughly, with long full
intense strokes. I fucked him back, wild impatience
and red need in full bloom. I moaned, my eyes closed,
my fingers clutched and threaded together above my
head, even my cruelly clamped nipples swollen and ripe
with arousal.
His thrusts became harder, deeper, faster. I screamed
into my gag again but now it was screams of need,
screams of hot wet crazed obedience to his pounding
lust. My ass was open to him, gripping him tightly,
taking him fully, wanting more and faster and harder.
He began to smack my ass with a paddle in time with
each shuddering thrust. I howled and shook with each
blow but the pain quickly became another kind of
pleasure, sharper and more strident than what I was
feeling in my ass, edged and violent, but pleasure
nonetheless.
My cunt was dripping now, and my clit was aflame. My
body shuddered under his thrusts. I felt my control
slip as I neared the edge and tried to ask permission
but the gag prevented it. A final deep, bone jarring
thrust of his cock into my ass, a final stinging slap
with the paddle, and I simply melted into a shattering
orgasm. I released, screaming pleasure into the sodden
towel gag.
As I orgasmed, he continued to fuck wildly into my
ass, the paddle swinging wildly against my bright red
and bruised skin. As I shook and screamed, pleasure
engulfing me, his orgasm began, too. He dropped the
paddle and his hard hands dug into my waist. He ground
into me as he pulsed and thrust and released over and
over into my ass.
Slowing, panting, shaking with relief, we finally
parted. He slid out of me and rolled onto his back. I
turned toward him, mewling at the clamps, holding my
aching breasts for him to see. He negligently pulled
the clamps off each nipple, laughing a little when I
cried out and shrank from him.
Reaching for me, he pulled me down to his side. I
snuggled up to him, holding him, being held, feeling
his pulse slow, and hearing his breathing go back to
normal.
"Shall I go get a warm washcloth for you, Master?" I
asked, my voice hoarse after the gagged screaming,
knowing he liked my personal service and attention to
his comfort.
"In a minute," he told me, a smile in his voice,
stroking my hair, my back, touching me gently and with
tender affection. "Stay here. Just lie with me for
now."
END
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