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Depraved | Venetia | 1

 

((Based on a true story))

“You’re a little slut, aren’t you?” he purrs into my ear. All I can do is nod; his eyes sparkle with the enjoyment of this all. I have never felt so depraved in my life. The feeling is worsened because I discover I love the way I feel.
“Y-yes…”
“Yes what, bitch?” I feel the tails of the whip drift over my thigh and tremble in fear. Not again. Please not the lashes again.
“Y-yes, master, I’m a slut,” I whimper. He’s tied me down to the bed, the ropes biting into my wrists and ankles. Just mere moments ago I was a moaning mess of limbs and quivering flesh.
“You’re a dirty slut, with no backbone, all you want to do is fuck fuck fuck. I know you,” he whispers, “and you’re mine. I can do whatever I want to you. Your body belongs to me, it exists solely for my pleasure. Tell me.” Again I feel the lashes trailing over my body. I do not answer fast enough; the lashes lift away and come back down on my pussy, I scream in pain, writhing in his bed.
“Say it, slut,” he hisses and brings the lashes down again. I try to work up the voice to say what he wants me to, but the lashes come down again and I only hear myself scream. Again and again. Black spots start floating around in front of my eyes.
“C’mon, slut, say it,” he demands harshly. I crane my neck, trying desperately to catch sight of the smile I knew he would be sporting. I stare, there’s a camera at the end of the bed, it is the only thing I can register before the whip comes down again, harder this time.
“Master!” I beg in a half-scream.
“What, slut?” he asked, pausing momentarily.
“I…I’m a dirty whore,” I start, “and all I want to do is fuck,” I struggle to catch my breath, and he takes the opportunity to thrust the shaft of the whip up into my pussy, I bite back another scream, and force the rest out, “all I want to do is fuck…I’m yours…I belong to you, I exist for your pleasure…Master.”
“Good.” He turned away and left the whip where it was. I can hear him rummaging through his suitcase, and finally he comes up with a handfull of clothes pegs attached to wires. He kneels between my legs and spreads my pussy lips open, clipping three pegs on each lip and pulling me open, securing the other end of the wires on the bed. Tears flow down the side of my face. He’s right, I am a slut…
“Oh, look, slut, you’re all wet,” he says and suddenly rams a finger up inside my pussy.

 

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