He let me out of my cage and I knew it was going to be a rough night – he was hopped up on something. I could always tell by how crazy his eyes looked and how his speech would be so fast it was almost a fucked up stutter. He rarely made eye contact with me, but tonight he did. It was a scary, empty, glazed stare, but it still sent chills down my spine. My body was sore all over, my lash marks barely healing from the other night. He shoved me to floor and told me to get on all fours like the fuckpig I was.
I did as he said, too weak to resist. My knees were already bleeding, and the concrete just sent stinging pain up my legs. I barely even noticed. I have been through so much since I first became his toy. He came up behind me and I could feel him dangle the leather whip across my back. He laughed and told me we were going to play a game. He said that he was going to whip me as I counted backwards from 50. I knew the whip he had chosen has barbs on the ends, and I knew it would tear my skin off with every strike. There was no way I could take 50 lashes from it without being carved to the bone.
I begged him not to, even though I knew he loved to hear me beg, but I didn’t know what else to do. He slung the whip threw the air so I could hear the whoosh sound, and he slapped it on the floor in front of my face. The leather combined with the metal barbs made the most terrifying screeching sound. I was sobbing uncintrollably, still begging, when he pulled the whip up and brought it mercilessly down on my bare back. The barbs stuck in my skin and tore my flesh as he yanked the whip out. I couldn’t even scream – my breath was gone.
I crumpled to the floor and he kicked me in the side and told me to get back on all fours like a good fuck pig, or he would do it again. I used all my strength to get back on my hands an knees. He held the whip dangling in front of my face where I could see it – my own blood and skin dangling from its barbs. He told me I had a choice. Another lashing with the whip, or I could beg him to fuck my virgin ass. I wasn’t sure if he was being serious, but I glanced at him and he still had that crazy look. His cock was also hard as a rock and sticking straight up.
I began begging him to fuck my virgin ass, and it started to work. He put the whip down, and got behind me. He was grunting like a monster as he jerked his cock in preparation to fuck my asshole. He had never done it before, and I had no idea what it would feel like. His cock is huge and dry and he knelt behind meand grabbed my hips. I felt him spit on my asshole and then he rammed his whole cock inside me so hard and fast it hurt me more than the whip did. I felt my ass tearing from the outside in and he pounded me as he grunted and made sounds like he had gone insane. I couldn’t even hold myself up, so I went limp and he ravaged my ass until I began to pass out. The last thing I saw, was a pool of blood dripping from my ass onto the floor. The last thing I heard was his maniacal laughter.
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