i'm startled awake by a gruff hand clamping over my mouth and pinching my nostrils shut. when i thrash in protest, i find my wrists are bound by the cuffs we keep attached to the headboard. a heavy weight settles onto my squirming torso, pinning me deep against the mattress. i know this weight. i try to relax. this, too, can be what free use means.
the linguist, straddling my chest, waits until i'm desperate for a breath, then forces a ball gag deep into my mouth. she cinches the belt around my head, checking the fit with one hand and roughly choking me with the other. i cough as her hand loosens, and she rewards me with several stinging slaps before both of her hands grip my throat.
i look over to your side of the bed. you're awake too, watching her strangle me with a deep heat in your eyes. your clit must be throbbing already. my cunt clenches in response. i love being a toy for you to loan out. when i begin to choke from the sustained suffocation, she releases me and finally moves off my chest, leaning on her hands and knees above me. hovering, for now. a predator ready to pounce.
i can feel her gaze raking down my exposed body. i can feel your gaze drinking in the whole scene. the combined lust in your eyes makes me shiver in anticipation. she lunges, teeth first, biting at my exposed throat and sucking the first of many painful hickies onto the blank canvas of my neck. i whimper in surprise and pain, a wordless startled cry against the gag in my mouth. you moan softly and let your hips buck up in anticipation.
the linguist is merciless. she bites her way down my body, needling my sensitive skin with bruising teeth marks across my tits and down my ribcage. i whimper and squirm with each new bite mark, knowing i'm utterly helpless to stop any of it from happening. when she returns to my tits and starts paying extra attention to my nipples, i squeal and cry and try to wriggle free. it hurts to pull away from her teeth. i am scraped all over when she finally deems me tender enough.
with heartless efficiency, she adds springjaw clamps to my nipples and septum. the force of the clamps make my eyes water, and she grabs my chin, lowering my head to face her. firmly, eyes locked on mine, she adjusts and tightens the septum clamp, repositioning and resetting it to force more and more tears to come to my eyes until my cheeks are streaked and damp.
"good toy," you murmur, already stroking your clit. my pussy clenches at the praise. i arch my back. the linguist pauses, watching you. you're drinking in every single way she's ravaging your toy.
almost possessively, the linguist scrapes her nails visciously against my elevated torso, digging long angry lines from my left breast down almost to the knee of my right leg. i hiss as the stinging begins.
eyes locked on your ravenous expression, she raises my foot to her shoulder and scrapes her nails deep into the inside of my thigh, making a blistering welt in the shape of overlapping Ls. she slaps the skin of my thigh over and over, ignoring my yelps of pain, to make sure her signature on your precious toy is nice and bright. then she slaps the other thigh, in quick hard swats, until their colors match. when your eyes roll back in delirious understanding, she starts striking me all over, painting my body with her merciless handprints as i cry out with increasing distress.
you watch as i turn my tear-filled eyes towards you, silently begging for relief. your hand is furiously working your clit now. you didn't even know you had a thing for tears, but seeing me in complete desperation just makes your clit throb harder and harder. "please," you groan, uncertain if you're asking the linguist to be gentler or rougher with me. you're so close now. just a little bit more will tip you over the edge.
without ceremony, the linguist roughly shoves my knees up to my chest, exposing me fully. pausing only long enough to tuck the hem of her skirt into its waistband and pull her panties to the side, she plunges straight inside me with her massive cock. i howl behind the gag, surprised and stretched and desperate for more. my hips buck up to meet her and she begins fucking into me without mercy, pressing me completely to the mattress each time.
with pained, throaty grunts, i try to tell you that she's hitting my cervix with each thrust, that she's hurting me with how rough she's pushing into me. in response, she latches back onto my throat with a savage bite. as she digs her teeth deep against muscle and bone, i dissolve into a constant keening symphony of wails and whimpers punctuated by deep gutteral groans as she uses her entire body weight to thrust into me faster and deeper and harder.
the thought that i might cum from her relentless pounding, despite my obvious protests, is what sends you over the edge. your knees squeeze together, your hips buck up off the mattress, and your orgasm is intense and electric and consuming. you fight to catch your breath. you barely notice that i'm not wailing anymore. you open your eyes slowly, coming down from that massive wave of pleasure, and are confronted with a completely different tableau.
the linguist has freed me from my gag and is now straddling my head, hands resting on the headboard. her cock is still glistening with my juices. it's obvious she pulled out of me the moment you started cumming. now that you're finished, she's prepared to have her way with me. she guides the head of her cock to my lips, then pauses to look at you. with a small, vile grin, she pushes deep into my throat. i choke immediately. she pulls back just enough for me to suck in a breath, and then starts fucking my throat with barely restrained intensity.
you watch as i struggle, completely helpless against the invasion in my mouth. she's such a master at breath control, always pushing me to my limit before backing off just enough for me to recover. i can't do anything but take it at the pace she's decided for us both. you can't do anything but watch. my pussy clenches at my helpless predicament.
you watch as she buries herself to the hilt inside me. the way she grinds against my face. the way my knees twitch together. the way my back arches and my cunt gets wetter every time she pulls out. your clit can't handle more stimulation. but mine probably could. and it would be so, so hot to see me cum with her cock down my throat.
resting your hand against the fiery red L inscribed on my thigh, you gently push until my knees are pinned to the bed. i buck in protest, already struggling so hard to breathe. but you can smell me now, and there's no way you're leaving without a taste.
the first lick jolts me up off the bed. the linguist's harsh fucking has made my cunt incredibly sensitive. she slaps my cheek in silent reprimand, and resumes pushing her way down to the hilt. my knees try to squeeze shut, but you hold me still. as she pulls back out, you lean forward and dart your tongue across my drenched slit. i whimper around the tip of her cock still filling my mouth. your mouth waters in anticipation. you aren't just curious how i'll cum around her cock, now. you need to make it happen. you dive in.
tongue-first, you plunge deep into my cunt. you're immediately rewarded with a sputtering cough and the sound of a loud slap. you feel my cunt clench around your tongue from being struck. you plunge in again in earnest, fucking in and out as deep as you can go. i thrash weakly, caught between the pleasure of your attention and the very imminent risk of suffocation.
the linguist pulls out at the last second, tapping her cock against my tongue as i gasp raggedly. you flick your tongue across my clit again and again, admiring the way i twitch and moan, too preoccupied with catching my breath to be able to fight back. you hear the linguist let out a low, gutteral moan in realization of my absolute helplessness. then i am once again choking against her hard, merciless cock.
she begins ramming into my throat in quick, decisive pumps. your clit throbs, finally starting to recover from your orgasm. you know you won't be able to cum when the linguist does, won't be able to pretend it's your cum being forced down my reluctant throat. with a soft moan, you lean in and jealously caress my clit with your warm, wet tongue. my gagging grunts start to climb in pitch and volume. her thrusts get faster.
i cum all at once, surprising us all with the intensity of my thrashing, choking squeaks. taking advantage of my exhausted state, the linguist humps my face with reckless abandon until she pumps load after load into my open mouth. panting, with a satisfied grin, she turns to make sure you're watching as my tongue pokes forward to show the linguist's cum dripping slowly down to my chest. she tips my chin up, baring my throat so you can clearly see the moment that i swallow. your clit throbs, finally ready for another round and burning with need.
the linguist hops off the bed and tugs her skirt back into place. you flush with humiliation as you stroke your clit and position yourself against my unresisting mouth. you know the last thing the linguist will see as she exits our bedroom will be you, fruitlessly rubbing your clit against mine, helpless to do anything but cum into her discarded toy.
