Samantha's Magic Man

As the full moon approaches and I come into heat, the voice of my insatiable inner nympho grows louder in my head. There is only one way to quiet her.

I must find a bad boy to fuck, I want him to bounce me off the walls and rough me up. I find a man and tease him, lead him on, only to change my mind just as he makes his move. I laugh in his face and tell him he'll never have a chance with me.

I want him to be pissed off at me for cock blocking him and being sassy and it works. Jack slaps me across the mouth and tells me to shut the fuck up.

I don't listen and cuss him out. He grabs me by the throat and slams me up against a wall and slaps me again. He rips my blouse open and jerks it down my arms so I can't swing at him, he roughly paws my boobs and forces his tongue in my mouth. I bite him and he slaps me again.

I try to knee him in the balls but he catches my leg and throws me to the floor. I crawl away and he kicks me in the ribs. He drags me kicking and screaming to a room where he has a rack set up with restraints. I wasn't expecting that.

He easily resists my fighting and rips my blouse and bra completely off. He straps me to the rack bent over with my hands and feet securely shackled. My ass is exposed but he rips my panties off, stuffing them in my mouth to shut me up. He leaves only my short skirt to cover my bare ass. I am horny as fuck; my lip is bleeding and my ribs are hurting.

My heart is racing, adrenaline coursing through my veins and my inner nymphomaniac is elated. I bite my lip so I don't whimper as I gush, girl juice soaking my eager pussy.

He is belittling me now, laughing and more relaxed. He tells me he is going to beat my fucking ass until I cry and beg him to stop. I have been spanked before by a man's hand, but I have never experienced anything like this. I cannot believe how hungry my body is for him to take me brutally.

He reaches under my skirt and rubs my ass. He reaches between my legs and laughs when he feels how wet I am.

He says, "Well, aren't you a wildcat? Does getting your ass kicked turn you on Slut? I'm going to tame your sassy ass and make you my whore. How do you like that you little bitch!"

He flips my skirt up and I hear him grunt as he delivers the first blow, my ass stinging at the smack of the paddle.

"MMMMMMMMMM!" I scream into my panties, sobbing at the stinging heat like hornets stinging my burning ass. Holy shit! That hurts! The tears immediately fill my eyes.

Another whack lands and "MMMMMMMMMM!" I scream again. The whacks come quickly now and I am crying and sobbing uncontrollably, the sting of hornets is replaced by a burning heat as if I sat in hot coals.

The heat radiates through me to my very core as his paddle lands another kiss on my red ass. I scream and cry against my gag when my orgasm rips through me. I'm sobbing, shaking and trembling from the pleasure of my orgasm coupled by the heat from the paddle.

He laughs again saying, "There you go, you little wildcat! I told you I would tame you. You should thank me for making you cum with my paddle, you fucking whore."

He comes around the front of me and pulls the panties out of my mouth replacing them with his short fat cock. He fists my hair and holds me in place while he talks dirty to me, screaming foul obscenities while he rapes my mouth.

"Here you go, you can thank we with you whore mouth. Suck it you filthy whore! You cock sucking bitch! Suck my fat cock! Choke on my cum you fucking cunt!"

I moan around his dick and start to hum, slowly driving him crazy. He buries his cock in my sucking mouth and unloads a bucket of sperm. There is so much cum I'm choking on it, with cum dripping off my chin and tears running down my face. He pulls out of my mouth and shoves my panties back in.

"Now, bitch, let's see how you like this" He steps off to the side and picks up a short cane. He grabs my hair with one hand to pull me up and canes my tits begins caning my tits rapidly, every blow raising another welt and making my tits jiggle lewdly.

"You have some nice tits whore" he said as he stopped caning them and started biting them instead, "Mmm...you have nice chewy whore nipples, bitch." Once again I scream against the gag as his cane raises painful welts across my nipples. The pain is an intense stinging burn much stronger than the paddle.

He looks at me smiling, "This is not even the beginning. After I am done with you, I'll reshape you as a person. I am going to break any sense of humanity in you. I will break you and reshape you into a human sex toy".

I look into his eyes and freeze with fear trying to process his words

The man, clearly enjoying my shock, grabs my chin with a firm grip, his fingers digging into my cheeks. He tilts my head back, forcing me to look up at him as he sneers down at me.

"You heard me, slut," he says, his voice low and gruff. "Get down on your knees and show me how much you love serving your master."

With trembling legs, I lower yourself to the cold, hard floor, my eyes still locked on his. He steps closer, the smell of his musk filling my nostrils. He spreads his legs wider, revealing his tight, hairy asshole.

"Lick it," he commands, his voice a dark whisper. "I want you to taste every inch of me."

I hesitate for a moment, the gag still in my mouth, the fabric of my panties soaked with his cum and my own saliva. The cane hangs menacingly in his hand, a stark reminder of his dominance.

My fear turns into a strange, twisted form of obedience as I lean forward, sliding the wet fabric out of my mouth and tentatively extending my tongue. The first touch sends a jolt through me, but I force myself to keep going, pressing my tongue against his anus.

He gasps with pleasure as he reaches back to spread his cheeks further apart. His skin is warm and salty, a stark contrast to the cold, sterile room. I can feel his muscles tighten and release as I explore him, the taste of him coating my tongue. His commands become more demanding; his voice thick with lust.

"Deeper, bitch," he growls, pushing my face closer to his ass, "Show me how much you crave to be my fuck toy."

I try to protest, but all that comes out is a muffled moan. He seems to revel in my discomfort, his breathing growing heavier and more erratic. The cane traces a path down my spine, the anticipation of pain mixing with the degradation of your current task. His cock starts to thicken and harden against my cheek, a testament to his sadistic pleasure.

Suddenly, he pulls away, his smile turning into a frown of disappointment, shoving the panties back into my mouth.

"You're not even trying," he sighs, "I thought you'd be more enthusiastic about pleasing your master." He steps back, the cane slapping against his palm as he considers his next move.

His eyes light up with a wicked glint, "I think it's time for a little more motivation."

He strides over to a nearby table, laden with an assortment of BDSM toys and instruments. My eyes widen with fear as he selects a massive anal hook, the kind I've only seen in the darkest corners of the internet.

The gleaming metal is cold and unforgiving, the hook at the end seemingly made for tearing flesh. He approaches me, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

"This will help you understand your place," he says, his voice deceptively calm.

With surprising gentleness, he removes the gag from my mouth, letting my jaw hang open with relief. He pulls of my skirt and I am completely exposed.

"Now, open wide," he commands, the sadistic grin returning.

I feel the cold metal probe at my anus, and despite my fear, my body tenses in anticipation. He takes his time, pushing the hook inside me inch by agonizing inch. The sensation is unlike anything I've ever felt before, a mix of pain and fullness that makes me want to scream.

He continues to work the hook deeper, stretching me beyond what you thought possible. Each push sends a fresh wave of pain through my body, but I bite my lip, refusing to give him the satisfaction of hearing me cry out. The hook finally settles deep within me, the bar resting against my lower back. He gives it a twist, and my eyes roll back in my head as you try to process the sensation.

"Good girl," he murmurs, stroking my cheek with the back of his hand, "Now, let's see how well you can serve me with this inside you."

He grabs a leather strap attached to the hook and tugs it sharply, pulling me to my feet. The hook feels like a second spine, a constant reminder of his control over my body. He leads me to the bed, his eyes never leaving mine, and you can see the hunger in them, the desire to see how much further he can push me.

On the bed, he secures my wrists and ankles with thick leather cuffs, attaching them to the corners of the frame. The hook's chain is connected to a pulley system, allowing him to control the tension.

He straddles my chest, his cock once again in my face, but this time, the pain in my ass is a constant throb, a symphony of agony that I can't ignore.

"I want you to scream for me," he whispers, his breath hot against your ear. "Scream with every stroke, and maybe, just maybe, I'll let you come again."

With that, he starts to fuck my face, his cock sliding in and out of my mouth in a rhythm that matches the tension on the hook. Each thrust sends a fresh bolt of pain through my body, but I find yourself eagerly sucking him, desperate to please him despite the pain.

My own desires seem to have been replaced by a single-minded need to serve, to be the perfect toy for his twisted games. He seems to sense the change in me, his strokes growing harder and faster. I feel his cock swell in my mouth, and with a final, brutal thrust, he cums again, his semen filling my throat.

I swallow greedily, my body reacting on instinct. He pulls out, his cum dripping from my nose and chin, and leans back, watching me with a satisfied smile.

"See, that wasn't so bad, was it?" he says, as if discussing the weather. "You're learning so quickly."

"I want you to understand something clearly. This is your life now. It's only going to get better if you embrace your new life as a new normal."

The hook is removed with a sickening pop, and I'm left panting on the bed, the pain in my ass like a living entity. He strokes my cheek, a gentle touch that feels alien in this sea of agony.

"Now, it's time for the next lesson," he says, his voice a low rumble of excitement. His hand moves down my body, tracing the line of my spine to your splayed asshole. He dips his fingers in, testing the tightness of your hole, still stretched from the hook.

With surprising care, he lubricates his hand, his eyes never leaving mine. I can see the challenge in them, the desire to conquer every part of me. He starts with one, then two, and finally three fingers, working them in and out of me, preparing me for what's to come. My body tries to fight, to clench around the intrusion, but the pain is too much. I whimper, the sound muffled by his cock in my mouth.

Then, without warning, he attempts to push his entire fist inside me. The pain is unbearable, a white-hot agony that makes my vision swim. I scream around his shaft, the sound lost in the cacophony of my own sobs.

My eyes water and my body shakes, but he's relentless, pushing and pushing until his knuckles are buried in my bowels. The pain is like nothing I've ever felt, a searing, ripping sensation that steals my breath away. Yet, as if in a cruel joke, my pussy is wet, betraying the perverse excitement coursing through me.

The world narrows to the feeling of his fist in my ass, the pressure building until it feels like I'll split in two. I can't help the moan that escapes my throat, the pleasure mixing with the pain in a toxic cocktail that sends my senses reeling.

He laughs, a dark, twisted sound that sends shivers down my spine, "You're doing so well," he praises, his voice thick with lust. "But we're not done yet."

With a final, desperate push, he gets his whole fist inside me. I feel the pressure building, the room spinning around me. The pain is so intense it's almost unreal, a wall of agony that blocks out everything else. And then, just as suddenly as it began, everything goes black.

When I come to, I'm lying on the bed, my body a map of bruises and welts. He's sitting beside me, stroking my hair, his eyes filled with a strange tenderness.

"You passed out," he says, his voice almost gentle. "But you took it all, every inch. You're a natural, my sweet little slut."

He helps me to my feet, my legs wobbly from the ordeal. He leads me to a full-length mirror, and as I gaze into it, I barely recognize the reflection staring back at me. My eyes are red and puffy from crying, my hair and my face flushed and the welts on my tits still angry.

I look down and see the fresh tattoos adorning my body. Above my ass, in bold, black letters, it reads "Anal Slave." I touch the ink, the skin still tender and raw. I try to look away, but his hand on the back of my neck stops me, forcing me to confront the reality of my new identity.

"And look here," he says, his voice dropping to a whisper.

He gently pushes my hair aside to reveal the words "Slut Slave" etched into the skin on the back of my neck just below the hairline. I can feel the heat of his breath on my neck as he leans in, his tongue tracing the letters.

"These will be your constant reminders of what you are now, of who you belong to."

Panic floods through me as the permanence of my situation sinks in. I am no longer just playing a role; I'm his, marked for all to see. The pain in my ass is a dull throb, a reminder of the fist that was once lodged inside me. He notices my distress and smiles, a cruel twist of his lips.

"You're mine now, Samantha" he whispers, his breath hot on my ear. "And I'll make sure everyone knows it."

He steps back, admiring his handiwork. I stare at the words above my ass, feeling a mix of horror and a strange, perverse pride. I know I should be disgusted, but instead, I feel a spark of arousal. My body has betrayed me, responding to his touch despite the pain, the fear. He sees it, too, the way my breath hitches and my pupils dilate.

"Good," he murmurs, his hand sliding down to caress your sore cheek. "You're learning."

He pulls out his phone, the flash momentarily blinding me as he snaps a picture of my new tattoos. The sound of the shutter echoes through the room, capturing the moment forever. "These will be for your file," he says, his voice business-like. "A reminder of your first day as my property."

The word sends a shiver down my spine, but I don't protest. I can't. I'm trapped in this twisted world, a world where pain and pleasure are indistinguishable, where my body is his canvas and my soul his plaything.

He releases me from the cuffs, but the hook is still attached to my back, the chain trailing on the floor like a leash.

"You can move around now," he says, his tone casual. "But don't forget what you are. Don't forget who owns you."

I stumble away from the mirror, trying to find some semblance of dignity in the wreckage of my mind. My body feels foreign, my thoughts a jumbled mess of fear and need. I want to scream, to fight, to run, but his control over me is absolute. I'm his now, his sex slave, his toy, his canvas. And as much as I hate it, a part of me can't help but crave the depravity he promises.

When the full moon approaches and I come into heat and the voice of my insatiable inner nympho grows louder in my head, I know there is only one man to quiet her, the Magic Man.