Her throat was raw from the screams that she couldn't fully express with her mouth gagged. At some point, he'd removed the gag she'd had in, given her some water, massaged her jaw a bit and then replaced the open mouth gag with a rubber ball gag. She wasn't in pain, but she was completely conscious of how her mouth was stretched and restricted. As a matter of fact, she'd taken it to heart that he was watching out for her a little with the water and the brief reprieve/massage. That didn't take away from the never ending torture he was inflicting on her body- she was on fire with need, liquefied into the puddle that had formed beneath her . He'd taken her to the brink countless times but refused to let her cum, instead backing away and leaving her on the edge. Each time made the ache worse and stripped a little more of her conscious thought away.
She'd lost all sense of time. The only thing that mattered was the throbbing between her legs, the painful hardening of her nipples, the need, the want, the craving to be filled. He was right, she had broken, was begging and had been for a while now. He only laughed and worked harder to make it worse the next time. What he'd said was true. He'd made her beg, he controlled her. She could only take it, ride the waves and beg for mercy, for release. He didn't give it.
Then out of the haze, she heard his voice.
"I'm going to give you a break, slut. And don't act like you aren't a slut, because you've been begging me to fuck you for hours. You don't even know who I am, but you'd do anything to get my cock. That's pathetic. Something only a true slut would do. Am I right? Tell me you're a slut."
She weakly nodded, desperate for a break, for release, for cock.
"Not good enough. Tell me."
"immdg a ssluughh". She tried as best as she could to form the words around the gag.
