Creamy Cunt Part One
Her wrists, ankles, and neck are cuffed to a dentist chair. She's semi-reclined - a comfortable position. Before the shoot is over, sybil's wracked with pain. Even a whipping is preferable to what PD dishes out. His specialty. Bondage as torment. The bit of the new metal head harness makes her gag over and over. It wrenches the ribs, the chest, the organs of the body. Then PD indulges in a little waterboarding. It's just terror. Nothing horrible. Not yet. When he vibrates her she comes like an animal, thrusting her cunt upward, like she could eat his arm with her cunt. It's just another PD trick, those orgasms. The doorway to Hell. It's an angst machine. A body breaker. He uses bilbos to fold her body. Nothing is soft. Nothing forgiving. And she gags repeatedly from the metal piece in her mouth. Drool runs down her chin like someone turned on a faucet. When he canes her, it's a relief. Because now it's perfect - her misery. Locked onto a cross with the strength of her weight bearing down on a sharp edge, she's undone. But this time PD has no mercy. Do you want to go back in the bilbos? he says. She sobs. When he whips her, she roars with pain. And when she comes, she roars with the same animal roar like she's busting out, exploding into some new creature made of nothing but devastation and want. She thanks him in her subservient sybil voice, because, she probably thinks - now it's over. But PD has other plans. A half hour on the cross, he says. The going price for orgasm?
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