Master loves to hear me scream. My pain is his pleasure. I have no clue what my latest offense was to him, but he pulled me out of bed. Dragged me across the carpets leaving rug burns all over my body. He strung me up to my shower rod, stripped what little clothing I had on off. He flicked his cigarette ashes on me to hear me whimper. He whipped me with a leather belt that had a huge belt buckle to hear me scream. He put hat pins through my nipples and clit to hear me scream louder. The entire time he was abusing my body, his cock was out of his pants and hard as a rock.
The louder I screamed, the harder he got. Of course he had to take the abuse to a higher level. Master is always pushing my limits; attempting to find a higher level of pain that will make be scream louder than before. Every time he does this, I think there is nothing else he can do short of killing me that could make me scream louder than the last time. And every time I am wrong. Master held before my eyes a long sharp needle. At first I thought he was going to pierce my clit or my labia, even my nipples with it. In hindsight, I wished he had. He used a spreader bar to keep my legs apart. He then slowly inserted the needle into my pee hole. Not my pussy, but my urethra. The pain was worse than anything I had ever felt. I screamed bloody murder right before I passed out from the pain.
I woke up still hanging from my shower rod. A metal instrument in my urethra. Bloodied and bruised pussy mound. Pins through each nipple and clit. And cum all over my face. Master nowhere in sight. I served my purpose as his torture sex doll. I know he will be back. He cannot get enough of my blood curling screams of pain.
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