I, "motherless191997", do not condone or encourage any fetishized acts or concepts as depicted in this work of fiction without the conscious and matured consent of adult actors from all involving parties as constrained by ethical and moral boundaries, thank you.
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WHACK
Her crop hits my thigh as I twitch helplessly against the steadfast ropes, the ropes that bind my wrist and ankles with such tightness my skin screams of raw redness. Humiliatingly, my thick rod remains erect and twitching, forced to stand by the cock ring that holds it captive.
She leaned in close, her feminine, aromatic breath blowing over my face as she asks ever so sweetly, "What's her name?" so threateningly sweetly. I shudder, but the heavy wooden chair bolted to the ground in our basement keeps me still.
"Li- Lily..." I manage, my breath made ragged by the treatment.
"That's a beautiful name, but I don't think it's as beautiful as mine. Do you?" she asks, her slender fingers playing with her dripping honey pot as her crop tips my chin up for her eyes to sear into mine.
"No..." her eyes are a fierce mixture of anger... and desire. I beg her with my eyes, trying to tell her that I'm still loyal, that whatever happened was just an accident, but she only looks back at me with bleeding daggers.
"Is her pussy as tight as mine?" she asks, fingering her soaked cunt as she continues to look.
Her stare tells me that whatever pleasure she's experiencing in front of my captive body, I am not deserving of it, not even a modicum of it, and she'll make sure that my underserving ness becomes a reality.
"No sweetie-"
"DON'T CALL ME THAT!" she yells, slapping me in the face so hard that blood spews from my mouth.
Walking away from my bondage, she leaves me completely vulnerable and desperate as my girthy erection bobs, leaking with its flaming head gleaming under the light.
She has a beautiful ass, complemented by alluring legs. I can't help but gawk, and it only serves to make my cock harder as the pain grows. She used a circular clip that is quite small for my girth, small enough to bite in and cause pain.
Her face turns, catching me in my entranced gaze.
"This is our favorite ointment cream, sweetie," she whispers, moving to kneel between my thighs as she rubs the cream all over my long, thick cock, making sure to squeeze sadistically in the process, so much so that sharp pains shoot through as I wince. The cream is a special numbing agent. It not only numbs the pleasurable sensations my erection can feel but goes as far as giving it a slight burning sensation.
The problem is, she's applying half the container to my desperate, twitching spear, leaving it coated in white cream.
Giving my cockhead a big slap, she moves to forcefully envelop my thickness with her excruciatingly tight pussy, helped by her own honey juices. I squirm in the chair, struggling despite the ropes cutting into my wrists as a strong burning sensation shocks through my cock powerfully.
"Oh fuck oh fuck..." I mumble, moaning and trembling from every thrust as her vaginal muscles squeeze without mercy. Despite the aching, electrifying pain, my rod remains the most erect it can and has ever been as it's pulled and fucked by her deceptively mild flower.
Slowly, she moves upward as if her pot is trying to pull my cock out from my body.
CLAP
She hammers down, her generous ass cheeks smashing onto my thighs as we both moan in pain and pleasure.
"I- whatever happened... I am still yours..." I beg.
