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His fingers swirled in my juices, twirling around the wet folds of my cunt with embarrassing ease. I was slick, ready for him and he knew it.
His grip on my hair tightened as he wrenched my head back and slapped my pussy. I screamed as he smacked it, over and over, punishing my aroused flesh.
I squirmed, trying to avoid his punishing hand, but his massive size held me in place.
“I’m going to punish you hard, naughty girl,” he warned, and I shivered.
My pussy stung and I whined, and for a short moment, he stopped to stroke my clit. My back arched cleanly off the bed in pleasure.
“Fuck,” I whispered.
He slapped my pussy again.
And then climbed off of me, letting go of my hair completely. I frowned, as he pulled back, suddenly missing his touch on my aching cunt.
“On your hands and knees. Now. Unless you want my belt whipping that disobedient ass of yours for your insolence,” he growled.
I rushed to obey, my pussy throbbing, my wetness running down my inner thighs. I was a wet, aroused mess. I watched as he picked up the large fishhook-looking item. Once again, he reached between my legs, gathering my juices and smearing them backwards, up the cleft of my ass and toward the tight rim of my channel.
I gulped. He swirled his fingers around the ball of the steel hook, slowly, with purpose and a deliberate shameful promise. My thighs quaked, and my fingers fisted into the quilt beneath me.
He pushed the wet steel against my asshole and I froze. He couldn’t mean to, could he?
He tapped my pussy gently and chuckled.
“Only good girls get fucked here. Bad girls have their naughty little assholes punished instead,” he said, and I cried out as he pushed the hook into me.
It stretched me wider than ever, more so than the plug I had worn before. It was painful, pleasurable, and so wrong. But I was enjoying myself anyway. I should be ashamed of myself.
When the end of the hook popped into my asshole, I breathed a sigh of relief. The coolness of the metal was alarming at first, but as it warmed to the temperature of my body, I was able to focus on how good it felt. I closed my eyes and opened them again as he rummaged around on the bed. I saw him pick up more rope and yelped quickly as he gripped the end of the hook. He threaded the rope through the end of the hook and began snaking it over my shoulders, around my breasts, and through my legs. As he wound the rope between my legs, he pressed a small bullet against my clit. The rope held it in place.
By the time he was finished, I could scarcely move. When I did, the rope would move and rub against my cunt, pulling the anal hook deeper into me with every adjustment I made. It was difficult staying still.
Then I heard something click and I froze.
Vibrations exploded between my legs. My body twisted, turned, and arched in order to try to escape, forcing the hook in my ass to move in and out of me. All at once, all these sensations exploded over me and I moaned low.
He leaned down as he stood in front of me, keeping hold of my gaze as he turned the bullet on and off, the vibrations not lasting long enough or strong enough to tip me over into orgasm. He knew this. Reveled in it.
My body moved of its own accord. I couldn’t control it. The hook pushed in and out of my asshole, fucking me just like I imagined he would. Stuck on my hands and knees, bound and tied, I had no chance of escape.
I was helpless to his torture.
He rose and grabbed one last thing off the bed.
I heard it rush through the air before it smacked against my right upper thigh. I squealed, my hips rolled, and the hook took me deeper than ever. Trying to look back, I couldn’t see anything at first, but then he came around and tapped a black leather crop on the bed. He circled me, and the vibrations grew stronger.
The crop slapped against my left thigh next.
The vibrator turned to a steady, low hum.
Soon, I was lost in his mastery of my body. Every time the bullet would turn on, I’d be spanked with the crop. I began to look forward to it, plead for it, and then his palm slapped my ass hard. He gripped me about the waist with one and the vibrations grew stronger.
His hand spanked me hard and I tried to fight him, only I knew I couldn’t. I really just wanted the hook to fuck me more. I needed to come.
He painted my ass red and pleasure pain raced through my body like never before. I could feel my wetness growing, the rope moist against my flesh. My skin felt ablaze with desire and I struggled, the pain and ecstasy at constant war with each other.
Morgn was relentless. He spanked my ass hard, leaving no spot untouched, from the crests of my cheeks down my thighs.
