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It burns like hot coals, spitting embers inside me, red hot pain, like razorblade kisses. She tuts in annoyance when she can’t force the thing all the way inside me, as she jams and twists it again against my pussy lips. I know which one it is. The big black strap-on. They call it the Emperor. I’ve never been given the Emperor, not until now. It’s always scared me and I’ve managed to fall lucky with people’s choices. She’s not wearing it, I can tell. She’s holding it in her hands, both of them at once, slamming it against my sore cunt. It thumps. Oh God, it’s so weighty it fucking thumps.

“Ow!” I squeal. “It hurts.”

“Don’t be pathetic,” she cackles. “It’s only a fucking dildo.”

When she manages to force entry, she pushes so hard that I lurch forward and my tits burn against the floorboards, closing that horrible fucking distance between my face and Vincent’s feet. It hurts so bad I’m groaning, horrible low noises that sound little like me. My pussy is raw and bruised, the dildo grinding in dry. It feels horrible. It feels dirty. I feel dirty, and cheap, and humiliated.

I cry. Hard.

“Don’t be like this, pretty bird,” Vincent soothes. “Remember the beauty in surrender? Remember that?”

I nod.

“You know what to do, my sweet. Stop thinking about this being over. Stop waiting for the end. There is no end, only now. Only this moment. Accept the pain, accept the suffering, and give yourself to me. Give yourself to Cynthia. Give yourself to this wonderful experience.”

“I can’t,” I cry. “It all hurts so bad.”

“The jealousy hurts worse than your sweet pussy, Magpie, trust me. Do you trust me?”

“Always,” I sob. “Always, Master.”

“Then take it for me,” he says. “Look me in the eyes and take it for me.”

Cynthia is grunting with exertion, and my pussy is stretched full around her big black cock. It hurts and she’s loving it, jamming it inside without mercy, but I’m going there, to that beautiful place. I stop wishing for it to end.

My eyes meet Vincent’s and I submit to him.

“Good girl,” he says. “That’s my perfect girl.”

“Harder,” I hiss. “Please, harder.”

Oh how Cynthia fucking hates it. She takes it all the way out and ploughs it back in, and I hiss out all my breath, but I’m still smiling.

“More!” I say. “Harder! Fuck me!”

I’m still crying, but I’m smiling, too. Smiling and delirious and lost in this place. It feels good here, it feels free. I no longer care about anything, and it’s so beautiful my heart sings.

“You are a dirty girl.” Vincent smiles, and his cock is in his hand. “Kiss my feet.”

I kiss his feet, licking at the soles of his shoes, and I don’t care if they’re dirty, I don’t care if they’re soiled. I lick his shoes and I moan and beg and cry for more as the Emperor burns my cunt.

Vincent rolls me onto my side, and he loves me so much, I can tell. He pulls out a massager and holds it to my tender clit, and I can’t stop my body, my nerves have gone crazy, and I’m bucking and crying as the orgasms rack through me. Cynthia’s pounding my cunt so hard she’s hissing in pain at her own muscle cramps, but I’m wet, so wet I can hear the squelching. I come again and again and a fucking gain, and I love it, I fucking love it.

When Vincent comes he gives it to me. I’m joyous as he pushes Cynthia away, rolling me back onto my front to spill his seed on my ass and pussy. I hope he’s going to rub it inside me, and he does, but not in the way I expected.

Vincent dribbles his cream onto my tight little asshole. It’s warm, and I clench my muscles, winking my dirty little ring at him. He sighs with pleasure and it makes me smile. He spits onto the cream for extra wetness, then pokes it inside and massages my asshole with his fingers. He’s stretching me, and I gasp at the heat.

“Now, my beautiful bird,” he whispers. “Let’s give the emperor a new home.”

I feel the thick head of it thump against my asshole, and my heart stutters.

Oh my fucking God. Oh my fucking God. Oh my fucking God.

“Don’t be scared,” he breathes into my ear. “Give yourself to me, and I promise you, my sweet bird, I’ll make this feel really fucking good.”

I’m already wincing. Already whimpering with nerves.

“Oh fuck, Magpie, yes,” he groans. “This might just hurt a little.”


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