I’m hanging upside down in the steel frame, legs forced into a brutal V by the spreader bar locked to the ceiling. My arms are wrenched behind my back in leather cuffs, a thick anal hook buried deep in my asshole and chained to my collar so every twitch pulls it harder. My cunt and stretched shithole are pointed straight at the door, dripping and exposed for anyone who walks in.
Master circles me, boots echoing. “Look at this pathetic fuckpig. Spread wide like the worthless set of holes you were born to be.”
He slaps my swollen pussy hard. The sting shoots through me and I whimper.
“Women don’t get to say no. Your only purpose is to take cock, to be used, to be filled until cum leaks out of every hole. That’s what you’re for.”
He shoves two fingers into my cunt, then three, twisting roughly while the hook tugs my ass open. I moan like the desperate slut I am.
“Say it.”
“My purpose… is to be a fucktoy for men,” I choke out, voice shaking.
He laughs and drives his thick cock straight into my cunt while the hook stays buried in my ass. Every thrust rocks the frame and yanks the hook deeper. Pain and shame flood me as he uses me like an object.
“Take it, whore. This is what you were made for.”
I hang there, cunt and ass stuffed, drooling, completely at his mercy, exactly where I belong.
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