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guy as big as him.
He slid his fingers out a bit and then thrust them back in,
mimicking anal intercourse. She took quick breaths, biting on the
cane. She was still trying to accustom herself to the invasion when
she felt his cock at the entrance to her pussy.
    Yes, yes, please take me. He eased
forward, his cock stretching her pussy just as his fingers
stretched her asshole. She felt so full, so controlled. She
couldn’t cry or beg, or say anything, only make shuddering gasps
past the implement in her mouth. He pressed all the way in, until
she felt his thighs against the back of her legs. At the same time,
he teased her asshole with his fingers, driving them in and
out.
    It was shameful, raunchy. And it was him , which made it wonderful beyond belief. The gorgeous,
commanding Amerik was joined with her, something she’d
wanted since she first gazed into his eyes. She tensed her ass
cheeks, keening behind the cane. The stripes on her ass tightened
and ached with the movement of her muscles. She turned to watch him
fuck her, his rippling torso tapering to sculpted hips that banged
against her cheeks.
    Now that his cock and his fingers were both
comfortably buried inside her, he fucked her faster, harder, so she
never had any relief from the fullness of his possession. She
braced her tethered hands against the floor and bit down on her
gag. She wanted to stroke her clit but she didn’t dare, not without
his permission. In some way it was the frustration and discomfort
that fanned her arousal so high. She was a masochist. She got off
on this.
    “Please, Master,” she cried, her words
distorted by the cane between her teeth.
    “If you’re begging me for anything, you’re
welcome to continue. But I’ll do exactly as I like, and I’ll let
you come when I like. If I like.”
    She danced on his hand, on his cock, his
erotic puppet, and yes, it seemed he held everything in his hands,
her desire, her will, and definitely her ability to orgasm. “That’s
a good girl,” he said as she shuddered with the knowledge. He
reached around and caught one of her nipples with his free hand,
and squeezed it hard, twisting it. She threw back her head in
agony, but her pussy clenched at the same time. He pinched the
other nipple, brutally hard, brutally uncaring.
    “You like that, don’t you? Being hurt? Being
used for Master’s pleasure?” he asked. “I can feel you squeezing my
cock. I want you to come hard enough for me to feel it. I want to
feel your ass clamping down on my fingers too.”
    All she could do was groan and obey him. He
held her completely in his hands. One hand tortured her nipples as
the other frigged her asshole. He pounded her pussy with his huge
cock, pounded her so hard she had to brace against the floor. Master, Master, Master...that hurts. Please, hurt me.
    Her submission and his mastery meshed
together into one consuming flame and her orgasm arrived, torment
and pleasure melting together. The cane clattered to the floor as
she cried out at the power of her climax. This was worth it,
surely, the loss to follow. Behind her, her Master reached his own
completion, driving deep inside with shattering thrusts. She felt
so much joy at satisfying him that she paid no attention to how
rough he was.
    It was pain. It was pleasure. It was
service...and it had never felt quite like this before.
    For a while they were still, shuddering
together, gasping for breath. Then he ran a hand up her back and
eased out of her, first the fingers in her asshole and then the
thickness of his cock. She sank down to her stomach on the scratchy
carpet, feeling empty. She heard him behind her in the bathroom,
washing up.
    She didn’t want to move, because then this
would be over. She was the one who had insisted, one night, one
time . She hated herself for that, but it was self-preservation.
She heard him pulling on his boxer briefs and then his pants. Goodbye, beautiful cock. It was nice knowing you. He came to
her, sat beside her and