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    A clunk told me the plug had landed on the floor, and in its place, at my back hole, I became aware of Gabriel’s cock. The head was hot and smooth, impossibly wide.
    I moaned in anticipation of what was to come.
    He nibbled the shell of my ear. “Relax, let me in.”
    “Yes…”
    “Because I am going to, you know that. Breach your virginal, whore’s arse, whether you relax or not. I am going to take this, take what is mine.”
    “Yes, please, now.”
    “And for forgetting to say Sir again,” he said sharply, “you will feel my flogger next time I take you. Because, sub, you have to remember who and what you are. Do not forget to call me Sir again.”
    An image of a flogger hovered in front of me. Oh, how I loved floggers. The idea of Gabriel wielding one as I came made me want to cry, as he’d said I would.
    “I’ll flog you until you are scarlet and hot,” he said, exerting more pressure on my anus. “And I’ll finger fuck you in between hits so that you’re wet, so wet you feel like you’ve pissed yourself.”
    “Yes, please…” I tried to relax my arse, screwed up my eyes and felt a tear squeeze out. The need, the hunger for him was so great. And the flogger! “I want the flogger, Sir,” I said. “If that is what you see as a fit punishment then yes, I want the flogger.”
    “You’ll fucking get it.” He placed his hands in the dip of my waist, digging his fingers in deep. “But first this.”
    Holding me still, he pushed through my pucker, claiming the first inch of my rectum.
    “Ah, oh… Sir.” My eyes watered, I was being made so wide. The heat was flaring, the pain not deep but like a sharp slap that was staying at its perfect height, the exact soreness I enjoyed.
    “You feel good in here,” he said on a pant. “So damn good. Get ready for more.”
    I arched my back, let my head press against his, and delighted in his firm journey to full depth.
    It was hard to breathe, impossible to think. All I could concentrate on was Gabriel’s fat cock in my arse and the love balls pressing on my G-spot. I had to relax my arsehole but keep my pussy tense to hold them in place, and the combination was extremely satisfying.
    “Remember I said you can come as many times as you want,” Gabriel said, reaching round to fret my clit. “You can start coming…now.”
    He withdrew almost out then plundered back in.
    I let out a cry, and like in the cage he slapped a hand over my mouth.
    “Shut the fuck up,” he said, curling his hips into me then away. Over and over he fucked my arse, his sacs bashing up against my cheeks and his big body savagely pounding me against the wall.
    An orgasm was there, extending from my clit to my pussy to my arse. It was painful and blissful. I didn’t know where I stopped and my Master began. He’d possessed me in the most base of ways, and I was withstanding it all. Loving the way he could forge his cock up my arse as hard as he could and I would take it. More than take it. Ecstasy was blasting through me. My stomach crunched, my pussy leaked and spasmed. I couldn’t breathe one second, then I was gulping for air.
    He kept the pressure on my clit, a constant stream of sensation that fired me off again every time I believed my orgasm to be reaching an end.
    “Oh, fucking hell,” he said. “Keep coming while I do, sub, yeah, keep…fucking…coming, just like that.”
    I was. I didn’t need telling. I’d never been so brutally fucked in such a dirty, disgusting alley by a man who called me whore and slut. Clearly I’d been missing out because it worked for me big time. This was it. I was stuck on a rollercoaster of climaxes and I wasn’t getting off.
    “Yes, yes…” I managed against his hand. “Oh, Sir, keep fucking me…”
    “I am…urgh!”
    He unloaded into me. The girth of his cock was so swollen and wide as he came that a new burn hit my rim. I soaked it up, added it to the crest of another climactic wave and allowed bliss to own me. Every