“Daddy, please, I-“ The belt hitting my swollen pussy interrupted me, causing my sentence to turn into a whimper.
“What did I tell you about speaking when not spoken to.” He hit me 5 times while speaking in quick succession, leaving my body tensed in the restraints, unable to catch my breath. “That made you so wet.” His fingers rubbed my aching clit, moved down and inside me. He was right, I could feel it dripping down my ass, how frictionless the thrusting fingers were. “It’s so hard to punish you when you just like it.”
“Sorry, sir.” The words were packaged in a moan, his fingers rubbing against my g-spot.
“What are you sorry for?”
“I’m sorry for being such a slut, daddy.” Saying the words caused a jolt of humiliation and arousal to run through me.
The fingers withdrew, and I felt so horribly empty. I wanted him to say something in response to my apology, but he didn’t, I could only hear him rustling around with something. And then something clamped down on my labia, making me jerk in the restraints, a keening noise leaving me.
He placed a second clamp on my other lip, “I’ll find a way to make this a real punishment.” The clamps were pulled apart, leaving my pussy spread open. He attached them to something so they stayed spread, and I could feel cool air against my gaping hole, my straining clit.
The belt came down again, now directly on my most sensitive areas. I pulled at my restraints, wanting to snap my legs shut as he hit me again, not wasting any time. Enough strikes came in quick succession that I couldn’t keep track, leaving me unable to focus on anything but the burn between my legs.
I panted, wondering what he was doing as I heard him shuffle around. He wrenched open my jaw a second later, securing a dildo gag around my head, long enough that it was in danger of triggering my gag reflex at any second. I didn’t think I had been too noisy during the strikes, but I did like having something else to focus on.
The belt was back a second later, beating me mercilessly with no time to catch my breath. He stopped when I finally gagged, unable to stop my clenching around the rubber. My legs were trembling from the exertion of trying to close, and he smoothed his hand over my thigh, comforting me.
“Fuck, you’re being such a good boy.” He murmured, pressing his hard cock against my bruised cunt. “You love letting me use you like this, don’t you?” I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to respond, floating as I was on the humiliation and pain. He slapped me, jammed the gag in deeper so that my throat spasmed around it, “Answer me when I ask you a question.”
I nodded, trying not to throw up. My head was spinning, and then he was pushing into me and my world narrowed to the pleasure pain of that. He didn’t waste any time waiting for me to adjust, immediately fucking me hard. His hips slammed against my bruised flesh, cock dragging on my inflamed rim, but he knew exactly how to fuck me to have me drunk on pleasure. His hand wrapped around my throat, cutting off air to my lungs and blood to my brain. I could feel the way my muscles reflexively tightened around him because of it, how much more pronounced the sex became, even as everything else faded in the background.
The orgasm wasn’t even pleasurable, it was just an uncontrollable clenching around him, my legs shuddering. He cursed under his breath and then his cum was filling me up, thrusts slowing as he fucked as deep into me as possible.
His breaths were heavy as he pulled out, fingers replacing his cock and fucking his cum back into me. “Fuck, your pussy looks ruined.” I could imagine, gaped and dripping, red and bruised. “Let’s make it worse.”
Two fingers turned into three, the thumb on his other hand coming up to rub my clit. The pleasure outweighed the overstimulation, leaving me moaning as the fingers inside me found my g-spot.
Right when I was about to cum he forced another finger in, leaving me painfully clamping down on his hand. Now the overstimulation and painful stretching easily overpowered any pleasure.
“You wanted to cum so badly earlier, I’m sure I’ll be able to wring out a few more for you.” He said in response to me instinctively trying to squirm my hips away from his hands. “I was going to work your way up to this, but apparently you need to learn to take what I give you.” At that he tucked his pinky in. Slowly, but with no hesitation, he slid his hand in past his knuckles, down to his wrist.
I couldn’t breathe, my cunt pulsing around the intrusion. My eyes closed as I tried to calm down but quickly shot back open when his mouth found my clit, leaving a jolt of arousal to flow through my body. His hand started moving, fingers slowly drawing in to make a fist in me. Now the pulsing of my cunt almost felt good, underneath all the pain.
His arm started thrusting, and with each thrust the pleasure increased until I couldn’t suppress the moans. I knew what was coming after I came, knew that I would immediately be overwhelmed with overstimulation, so I tried to stave off the orgasm. I was successful for awhile, angling my hips just right so that I was almost edging myself. But, eventually, I couldn’t escape his tongue’s ministrations on my clit, and I was forced into a shuddering orgasm.
“Your clit is so cute like this, all pink and swollen.” His fist in me felt enormous. “I hope tomorrow it’s nice and purple from earlier.”
His knuckles popped past my rim again before being shoved back inside me. I was now being fucked with the widest part of his fist, ruining the last tight part of my hole. “Do you think I should punish you for having such a loose hole?” The thought had me moaning, the arousal shooting to my clit. The fingers not in me found my clit again, but unlike before where it had been just rubbing, he clamped my clit between two of his fingers and started jerking me off. It would’ve been purely pleasurable if not from overstimulation and the far too tight grip my clit was held in.
I found myself sobbing, my ruined cunt feeling agape and my clit on fire. “There we go,” he purred, “This is what you wanted, right?”
I nodded my head, praying he wouldn’t actually expect me to cum again like this. But the minutes dragged on, and soon he made an effort to fistfuck me so his knuckles dragged against my g-spot. It was slow, but the pleasure managed to rise to a spot where the rough fingers on my clit also started to feel at least a little pleasurable. Even so, an orgasm felt so distant.
Eventually, his mouth replaced his fingers, but instead of being gentle, he suctioned my clit hard, enough that it caused a fresh sob to wrack my body. But, fuck, deep past the pain it did feel good.
Against my best wishes, the orgasm did build, and this time I didn’t try to fight it, worn out. It slowly crested, the only real tell the involuntary spasms of my sore cunt.
“There you go, good boy.” His fist slowly ground to a halt, and then slowly pulled out. He wiped his fingers on a towel before grabbing his phone and taking a photo.
He held up the phone, most likely taking a video as he unclamped my labia, causing me to keen at the feeling of blood rushing back into them. He spanked my cunt a few times before easily slipping his fist back into my hole.
He pulled his fist out before taking off my gag and immediately forcing his fingers deep into my mouth. I cleaned them off sloppily, too tired to put in any diligence.
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