Never Work Late

My nipples hurt from the clamps biting into them and my breasts hurt from your rough groping and squeezing but having the chain in my mouth pulling on the clamps magnifies the pain so much. Even the slightest movement threatens to stretch my nipples more than they can take. But movement is inevitable as you position yourself between my thighs. I shut my eyes, refusing to witness my own defilement. The sting of your hand across my face jerks me back into the room, almost causing the chains to fall out, “you’d better keep your eyes open, cunt.”

I watch in half in horror, half in complete lust as you slide your cock, leaking pre-cum over my wet slit. I would have begged for you to fuck me if I didn’t know better. I brace myself to for the pain of your thick hard pole forcing its way into my tight pussy but nothing could have prepared me for what was to come. You rest the huge, swollen head of your throbbing cock on my virgin asshole. I squirm and struggle. “Mmmppphh”, trying to appeal to your compassion but it only encourages you. You push the head in, forcing it into my tight asshole. I cannot even imagine how you would begin to fit something so huge into such a small hole. It hurts incredibly and I am literally being split into two. My tiny asshole is now spread obscenely over your huge cock. I try to find a way to relieve the pain radiating through my body but I can't scream for fear of letting the chains go. You have threatened to whip my pussy if I do and I know the pain from that will be as bad as this. The tone of your voice promised that.

The pressure is so intense and tears start falling. You seem to enjoy my tears and complete helplessness even more. You slowly push each painful inch deeper into my cramping asshole. My asshole is forced to spread wider as the head of your cock plunders my insides. You lean your weight onto me, pushing the clamps in until I'm screaming against the chains in my mouth. The chains eventually slip and you slap my pussy. “Now you owe me something else but that’s alright, I missed you screaming. Hurts doesn’t it, slut?” I didn’t care if I was going to be whipped, the pain was clouding my mind and I felt like I was being ripped into two even though the pain was subsiding. You stopped midway and I was about to find out why you did that.

You reach down to my face, licking and kissing my tears away with surprising gentleness. For a moment, I'm taken aback. But that slight relief, knowing you might not want to hurt me after all, doesn't last long.

The pain of the huge dry vibrator plunging into my tight pussy shoots through my tense, arched body. “AAAAHHH!” At the same moment, you drive the remaining length of your cock all the way into me, burying it to the hilt. The pain hits my body without mercy, making me scream until I’m hoarse. The pain forces my body to tighten and cramp around your cock, milking it. You begin to fuck me. fuck me hard. Each thrust brings a fresh bout of pain and I can feel the head of your cock rubbing against the tip of the plastic monstrosity lodged in my pussy. You drive yourself harder and deeper into me each stroke as if you were intent on hurting and punishing me as much as possible. My asshole is burning from your large cock reaming me. My virgin pussy no more, fucked by a plastic cock, tearing up and down, hard plastic taking my most prized possession. You fuck me for over 20 minutes, your cock and the vibrator. I can hear you groaning and grunting and I can feel you cumming inside me after what seems like an eternity. My asshole is filled with your hot cum, burning in my inflamed passage.

You finally pull out of me and take a look at me. I’m exhausted, in pain and given up fighting against my bondage, but aching to cum. I know what a whore I look like, your cum leaking out of my torn asshole, my pussy very wet, swollen and needing to be fucked. I didn't even realize that I was so turned on until you roughly slide your fingers into my slit and comment. 

“Do you want to cum, my little whore, is that what you want?”

My whole body is wracked but I squirm on your fingers, half-hoping that you would bring me to orgasm, half-hoping that you would leave. Two fingers now fuck me, twisting and turning inside me. My body arches up in response, too embarrassed to answer you.

But you are not so nice. Instead, you position your cock between my parched lips and force your cock in. I can't scream. But I struggle, knowing I have to clean the cock that raped my ass. You're too strong for me and I am too broken to fight for long. The taste repulses me and I feel so humiliated. But my tongue still swirls and teases your throbbing cock, almost intrigued by every bump and vein on it as it grows hard and stretches my mouth more, sliding deeper into my throat. I'm not accustomed to it but my choking and gagging milks your cock effectively. I suck in air through my nose as your cock fills my throat. I do not know how much longer I can stand this but that is not your concern. My only pleasure will be to receive another load of cum, this time in my mouth. You pull out of my throat just when you are ready to cum again. My mouth is quickly filled with your cum. Hot, salty and pasty, dripping from the corners of my mouth unable to swallow fast enough to contain it all. I choke and gag on your cum, but you only push your cock into my throat again, forcing the cum down into my gullet.

You pull your cock from my lips, my tongue licking at it is withdrawn. “You’ve sucked cock before, whore.”

I hope it will be over when you pull out of my mouth, but something tells me you don't intend to stop, or forget about the whipping, as I feel your thick, rough fingers pinching my aching clit. “You owe me something, don’t you, slut?”

I shiver in fear as you reach inside your bag of torture. “Please, no, not that,” I exclaim. My eyes widen as you pulled out a riding crop. “I did what you said, don’t.”

“You dropped the chains and you screamed. Now I will give you a reason to scream. Make me hard again and I will fuck your pussy this time. Of course your pussy will be sore. Sore from the whipping I am going to give it,” you laughed, your right hand hefting the riding crop and slapping it hard onto the table.