Streamate Mistymagic - But she had to move.

Streamate Mistymagic moved to where you sat and you pulled me to your face. "Stop. And rekt the fuck out of me now." U/us had what wasn't needed as sex and violence were used as a medium. Pre cum was whipped, seared, and tasted. I suffered and bled but no one could take away my pride or humanity. We agreed it was my turn. After what seemed like an eternity we began to move. Streamate Mistymagic made me kneel and put my hands behind my back. Once I did, you used a strap on to bind my pussy lips and pushed the dildo into me. The head of the dildo was pushed into my cunt. The rest was pushed deep in my ass. Gagging and tight from the pressure, I screamed. As you bent down to lick my bruises you saw my fear and told me what a little bitch I was. "Say I love you" you say softly in my ear. "Love you," I whisper.

So I start to kiss you, but you pull away. When you get back to the door you open it and order me to stay there. You begin to strip down and I realize you've gone even deeper. You've got the whip right where you want it. Pushing it towards my tits and pitting them. It makes me cry, but I like it. You have the horse crop right where you want it. Paddling me, gently, softly, teasing, pushing me towards your dick. You get a good rhythm and you thrust the dildo into me lots and my cunt very hard. I beg you to let me cum but you tell me no. I'm a little frustrated so I beg you to let me c-c-cum, but you say no. Why not? I don't really want to, but I feel like there must be something wrong. Maybe I deserve more. Why is that? Wasn't it fun? You take me by the hair and pull my face onto the seat of your seat. You push my head back and make me sit up.

You push the seat back hard and force me to sit on the edge of the chair. I'm gulping for air but you don't let me give it. You grab my hair and yank my head back violently. "Don't talk!" you say. I can't talk but I'm afraid I'll be heard. I sit up too late because the seat is making a loud slurping sound. You take off the ropes and bindings and my hands are cuffed behind my back. You yank the crop right between my breasts. I can feel you pulling it towards me. It makes me cry out. At least you haven't twisted my nipples or clit. Your fingers tug at them, pulling at my aching clit. It soaks my pussy. I can't help it. The crotch of my shorts is on my ass..