I reached for my legs. Bending myself painfully.

The pain blurred my eyes as I nodded my head. Mistress and Mark took their position overlooking us again and Master John lifted my legs upwards. The pain intensified as he pushed my dislocated legs higher and I whimpered. But Somewhere distantly it felt nice, it felt like me giving myself to him.

I grabbed each ankle and pulled my legs up. I was obscenely bent, folded almost in two. As I continued to whimper Mistress moaned and smiled. Mark was back to fucking her in a standing position from behind and she was loving it.

“If it’s too hard for you to hold your legs dear, we can always nail them to your shoulders.” Mark shuddered and Mistress groaned as if in successes, “You know Mark has cum three times tonight at your ****.” It was rhetorical and I knew it.

Master John knelt at my arse, and lined his cock up with my cunt, “How does it feel to be broken?” He asked me as he rubbed his cock along my slit.

The electric current ran through my body at his cock’s touch and I felt like I was about to cum. “It feels right,” I told him. Mark shuddered again.

“Good girl.” Master John said as he pushed between my folds. The electric sensation pushed deeper inside me as he pushed into me. It was incredibly stimulating. I moaned at every motion, unsure if it was the rub of his cock or the feeling of the electricity driving me onwards.

The blood had stopped flowing from my tits but they still hut as they bounced with his thrusts and I couldn’t hold them still as I was holding my legs.

After several minutes of fucking like this I was lost in pleasure. Master, apparently wanted my attention because after a while he pressed into my left hip joint. The pain that ran through me was intense, but the pleasure shortly followed and I came over his cock.

I could hear the smile in Mistress’ voice as she said, “I think you have her John. I think you could do anything to her.

Master John moaned and shuddered and I felt him cum a single pulse, the jolt of electricity against my cervix confirming the sensation. “And what did Mark say, did you ask him?” John said after a few moments.

“Yes,” Mistress purred, “If Kimmie is comfortable you can do it. What were your exact words Mark?”

Mark was busy fucking Mistress’ cunt but panted between thrusts, “No, limits.”

Suddenly Master John pushed all the way in, the metal cock ring pressed firmly against the entrance to my cunt and the burn of electricity ran through my lips and clit as it moved to the stronger conductor.

Master John came at those words. His cock pulsed jet after jet into my cunt and I joined him in cumming. I knew now that Mark wouldn’t put a stop to this, and I knew I didn’t want to. Maybe not tonight, maybe not next week, but soon Master John would do whatever he wanted and I would love every minute of it. Though a small niggling part of me asked the question, would I survive? The larger primal part of my body replied, does it matter?

(I have been asked to add a disclosure. This is fiction, don't try this)