“Tell me what you’re good for.” you demanded, twisting my tit. “Owww, I’m good for nothing.” I sobbed. “That’s right, whore.” he cackled, punching me in the mouth. Blood spurted from my lip and I felt a tooth loosen. He pulled out his cock and rammed it between my broken lips. He was grunting. It only took several strokes for him to blow his load, mixing with the blood. I tried desperately to swallow. But he kicked me right in the chest, breaking my ribs. I puked the bloody froth down the front of my dress. That seemed to inflame him more and his cock began to rise again. “On your knees, bitch.” he growled. I felt something touch my asshole and I knew it wasn’t flesh. He had the neck of my wine bottle and forced it deep into my rectum. I screamed with the pain as he banged me hard with the empty bottle, stroking his shaft. Just as he was ready to come, he pulled the bottle out of my ass and shot his load in it.
“Here’s your cum cocktail, you druggy whore. Drink it.” I gulped his load from the bottle, trying to get that last drop. I knew he would punish me if I failed.
“Good little whore.” he rasped. Now let’s do a line and start Lesson 2.” I snorted hard, trying to get enough drugs in me to take the pain that I knew was coming. Stay tuned for the next episode….as he brought out nipple clamps and a scalpel….
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