thing hurt. things jaw muscles hurt from so much Cock sucking. its throat hurt from so many brutal throat fuckings, its tongue hurt from so much body worship, so much toilet worship, so many hours of passionately making out with Sirs Asshole.
things asshole hurt from the constant, vicious fucking, from the butt plug that it wore at all times when not being fucked or shitting, from the hot sauce.
things face hurt, its dick sucker swollen and bruised from repeated slapping. its tits hurt from being tied, brutally tortured.
things useless cunt hurt, on the outside, from being kicked, whipped, its useless cunt hurt on the inside, ironically, from not being used. Sir had decreed that things useless cunt would never be caressed, licked, never be touched gently. Sir had commanded that thing would never cum again. The ache deep inside its useless cunt was the worst pain of all. And that was what Sir wanted.
Sir! Sir Sir Sir! How thing wished it could call Him Master, wished it could call itself slave. Hopefully…soon.
What day was it?
Sir had told thing that he was isolating it for three weeks. Of course, it had long ago lost track of time. No windows, and no lights unless Sir was in the dungeon. Not enough sleep, not enough food.
things feet hurt, from le bastinado, and from being forced into seven inch heels, a size too small. thing wore it shoes constantly, all day, it slept in its shoes. They never came off except for showering or exercising. And le bastinado.
things entire body hurt from the beatings, the whippings, from sleeping chained on the floor of its tiny cage.
thing hurt everywhere.
Right now, things useless cunt hurt worse than anything else. thing had been riding the Horse for approximately FOREVER, the sharp steel edge cutting into its abused, scorned, useless cunt. its asshole hurt from the butt plug. its jaws ached from the huge penis gag. But nothing hurt like its useless cunt. Useless cunt aching, asshole plugged, totally focused on loving the penis gag, sucking, tongue working, the tears rolled unheeded down its swollen face as it rode the Horse in Sirs darkened dungeon.
To Be Continued