Break my cock

You can’t believe what she’s driven you to. In desperation, the sweat pouring from your forehead, mixing with your tears, you haltingly ask her to break it.

Me backs away from you, letting go of the bottle, leaving it hanging off your aching engorged cock.

“You really expect me to put you out of your pain?” she asks, anger in her voice. “Do you think that you actually have any say in how I play this game?” She doesn’t wait for an answer, but just continues, “That cock of yours is mine now and I get to decide what’s done with it. I can control you through it, take you to new depths of despair. Besides it seems pretty broken already, you weren’t even erect when you saw my pirate outfit.” She steps towards you. “To tell the truth, I find it kind of upsetting that you’d want me to break it You should be saving your cock for the end of the game.” She rips her white cotton pirate shirt open, giving you a glimpse of her perfect breasts.

You shudder as the bottle neck gets tighter around you.

“Don’t you want to fuck me with it?” she asks. “Sure you’ve got your tongue and your fingers and your fists, but nothing beats your cock... although maybe your cock deserves a good beating.” She looks down at the bottle, lifting it. “Although I wouldn’t want to break your cock just yet, not when you're wanting me to,” she says, as her leather-booted knee swings up just under the raised bottle, smashing into your balls, sending a wave of nausea through you. “So, maybe I’ll break your balls,” she says, her knee coming up again, as you hang there, your body shaking, “or maybe your face.” She drops the bottle and slaps you hard in the face, whipping your head around, and then, as you turn it back to face her, Me headbutts you, her forehead smashing against your nose, sending yet more explosions of pain through your body.

“Consider that a warning,” Me tells you, picking up her neckerchief off the floor, and using it to wipe at the blood now flowing from your nose. “This is just the beginning. This is me being gentle. This game is just like life. It seems to go on forever, pain heaped upon pain, and at the end, once it’s chewed you up, and if you’re lucky enough not to be immortal, it spits you out, and by then you might be a twisted gibbering wreck, your body aching and broken.”

She turns her back on you. “Time for you to think about what I’ve said.” She disappears behind a perception filter.

You hang there, the bottle still dangling from your swollen cock, your body already aching and your spirit broken. All you can do is wait for your erection and the pain to go away. Eventually the erection subsides, the bottle of cum finally sliding off and dropping to the ground. The pain, on the other hand, just gets slightly less unbearable. Until this game is over, that’s probably the best you can hope for.

Me reappears, her breasts now partially re-covered. “Time for a drink?” she says, as she bends down to the floor, her rear end brushing against you, and picks up the bottle of semen.

She looks at you, waiting for an answer. “Now, now, you wouldn’t want to make me angry, would you?”