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plunging all the way inside of me. My legs buckled and shook
against their restraints. My mind was blank from pleasure. I forgot
where I was for a brief second and shrieked as I came again,
coating his cock with my nectar.
    His movements were becoming more and more
erratic. He was coming to his climax as well. Those rough fingers
reached between my legs and rubbed me, sending me gasping for
breath again.
    “ Take that cock, Slave!
Take that cock!”
    “ Yes, Master! Give it to
It! Give it to It!” It felt odd calling myself 'it', but was what
finally took him to come. Spurts of hot jizz washed inside of my
pussy, filling me up. The cock grew soft and my Master gave me one
final pump before he pulled himself out.
    He slowly undid my ropes and I collapsed
from the chair, my body trembling and shaking from the endless
orgasms that had torn through it. He grabbed my chin and pulled my
face up again.
    “ How many rules did you
break?”
    I couldn't remember.
Suddenly, my throat was closing up and panic set in again. Oh God, how many rules did I break? I was afraid of answering him.
    “ How many rules,
Slave?”
    I couldn't hide the tears spilling out of my
eyes. My voice dropped to a whisper. “It... It doesn't know...”
    His hand fell away to his side and he
stepped back from me. There was a look of disappointment on his
handsome face again. “Disappointing. Were you not instructed to
commit those rules to memory?”
    “ Yes, Master.”
    “ Were you not reminded
again and again about which rules you broke?”
    “ Yes, Master.” I
sobbed.
    “ Then why, Slave, have you
forgotten how many rules you've broken?”
    “ It d--” I stopped myself,
but it was too late. My Master squatted down and narrowed his
eyes.
    His voice was barely a whisper but dripped
venom. “Finish it.”
    “ It doesn't know...” The
words slipped out of my mouth as I hugged my knees.
    “ It doesn't know...” He
whispered. His hand rested against my face. Power radiated from it
and I started shaking.
    He grabbed my hand and stood up. Without
speaking to me, he cuffed my hands and pulled back on the rope so
that I was standing on my toes. The gag was put back into my mouth
and bits of concrete rubbed against my sore lips. My Master's
grabbed my breasts and squeezed. His other hand moved down to my
pussy and rubbed the slit from top to bottom. I felt the remnants
of his jizz leaking out and dripping to the floor.
    “ Do you know what is about
to happen to you, Slave?”
    I shook my head and struggled against his
grip.
    The fingers moved faster. “You're going to
come. You're going to come as loudly as you can. You're going to
keep coming until you remember how many rules you've broken.”
    His hands flew away and he
bent down, pushing my ankles apart so that I was suspended from the
ceiling. Reaching over to the restraints on the floor, he shackled
my feet. He grabbed the vibrator again and waved it in front of my
eyes. My eyes widened in fear as I looked at it. Not that... anything but that!
    I watched as he walked away to a cabinet and
pulled out a massive dildo with a ring on it. Slipping the ring
onto the vibrator, he waved the contraption in front of me. There
was no hiding his intention.
    “ One final chance, Slave.
How many rules have you broken?”
    Just tell him a number!
Any number will do! Struggling, I
managed to yell out “Four!”
    “ Incorrect.” He dipped his
hand into a jar of lube and smeared it on the dildo.
    Slowly, the cool wet dildo was inserted
inside of me. My pussy was stretched to its very edges. As I tried
to regain my balance, my pussy rubbed up against the dildo and sent
me into new waves of ecstasy. I moaned again.
    He looked me in the eyes and whispered. “Try
to remember, Slave.”
    The vibrator sounded like a buzzsaw as it
started. It was far stronger than I remembered. There must be
multiple settings. Was this one medium or high? I couldn't tell as
the sensations washed over me. There was nothing I could