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that, the ball gag dropped to the
floor, taking with it a line of my saliva.
    “ But let's not keep you
too comfortable. I hate to waste your time, Slave.” He stood in
front of me. The head of his cock throbbed and teased my
face.
    “ Well? You wanted it,
didn't you? Or should I take it away?”
    “ No, Master! It... It
wants your cock, Master.”
    He seized my hair in his fist and whispered,
letting the words bounce off the walls. “Then it shall reach for
it.”
    Craning my neck, I
stretched forward to touch his cock—even if it was just a tiny
lick. Just a single lick would be enough! My tongue pushed out to
its full length but still I can't reach him. The heat of his cock
throbbed so close to me. I could feel it on my tongue but I can't
quite taste it. The musky scent filled my nostrils and I rocked
against my restraints as I reached out for the cock
again.
    “ Do you want my cock,
Slave?”
    “ Yes, Master! It wants
your cock!”
    “ Then why hasn't It
touched my cock?”
    Was he toying with me? I looked him dead in
the eyes and said. “Because you haven't given your cock to it yet,
Master.”
    “ Good answer. It seems
that you're learning.” He stroked my face and coaxed my mouth open.
He leaned forward and the full length of his cock filled my mouth
all the way to the back of my throat. His hand rested on the back
of my head, pushing me forward with every thrust from his hips. The
musky scent grew stronger and I swallowed the mixture of saliva and
salty pre-cum.
    He pushed his hips forward and my throat
closed up in reflex as I gagged.
    “ Relax your throat. Say
Ahh.”
    I did as he was told and he groaned
appreciatively as my throat's vibrations massaged his cock. He
grabbed hold of my head and I knew what was to come but was still
taken by surprise as he started fucking my throat.
    The head of his cock slammed against the
back of my throat again and again. I fought back waves of my own
gag reflex. A few coughs burst forth and he pulled out, leaving me
gasping in the chair.
    “ What's wrong? Was that
too much?”
    “ N-No, Master.”
    “ Then why did you
cough?”
    “ It doesn't
know.”
    “ Remember rule number
five!”
    He walked behind me and grabbed my hips. He
rubbed the head of his cock against my wet pussy. The heat seared
across my nether-regions and I moaned slightly.
    “ You like that, Slave? Do
you want my cock inside of you?”
    “ Yes, Master! It wants
your cock inside of it!”
    He squeezed my ass and
smacked the soft white flesh, leaving behind a red handprint. A
hand yanked back on my hair as he entered me, pushing himself deep
inside of me. The massive cock started hammering inside of my tiny
pussy, scorching me with every stroke. I had thought the intensity
of the cellphone and beads was powerful but this, this was a new
breed of strength that pumped through me. Every nerve on my body
was lit on fire. My skin crawled. My hair stood on end. His fist
still kept my head back as his hips slammed into mine. The chair
thudded on the floor as he fucked me, harder and harder.
    “ Your pussy is so fucking
tight, Slave.”
    “ Th-Thank you, Master.” I
managed to say between the moans. A hand crept up and squeezed my
breast. His other hand was like a vice grip around my waist,
holding me in place as he pumped away behind me. My pussy drooled
as a shudder ran through me.
    “ Come! Come for
me!”
    I wanted to reach behind and touch myself
but my arms were firmly bound. I wanted to open my legs slightly
but couldn't. He had done such a thorough job. The faster he fucked
me, the more I wanted to move. The more I wanted to move, the more
excruciating my immobilization was. His hand fell around my waist,
holding me in place as he jack-hammered against my body, pounding
my pussy mercilessly.
    “ You like that,
Slave?”
    “ Yes!” I half-shouted and
half-cried. “Yes, I love it!”
    “ Mind your rules!” He
bellowed as he picked up his pace. The cock pulled out to its head
before