The Toy

Tears burned my cheeks as I stared at the overturned tray, champagne spilling onto the floor. Mistress grabbed my hair, forcing me to raise my head. Her eyes shone with a cold intensity, and her voice was a sharp whisper when she said, "You will pay for your inattention." She dragged me to a pillar, where handcuffs awaited her. As I sobbed, she bound my wrists, leaving me suspended, my body weight straining against my shoulders. The audience roared, their screams mingling with my own.

She produced a long whip ending in eight thongs.

• Let's undress here, my friends, and see if I haven't lost my grip on the cruelest whip in my collection.

Mistress raised the whip, and the thongs hissed through the air before snapping against my bare skin. The pain was intense, but I also felt a perverse excitement rising within me. Each blow made me flinch, and the handcuffs cut into my wrists. The audience roared, their cries making me even more ****. Mistress approached me, her hot breath against my ear, and whispered, "You're going to count each stroke, and if you get it wrong, it will be even worse." The straps fell again, one, two, three... I counted them, tears streaming down my cheeks, as my body arched in pain.

I felt the little fabric covering me tearing away; it felt like my skin was doing the same, and yet no, I saw in a mirror that only thin welts appeared, but the pain was the same as if I were being skinned alive.

The tears continued to flow down my cheeks as I felt each stroke of the whip burning my skin. Mistress approached me, her breath hot against my ear, and whispered, "You're going to count each stroke, and if you're wrong, it will be even worse." The straps fell again, one, two, three... I counted them, tears streaming down my cheeks, as my body arched in pain.

When the last piece of fabric fell, she stopped.

• To you, my friends, she belongs to you. Ride her until she loses consciousness.

A man with a monstrous penis advanced, kneaded my breasts, and with one blow impaled me up to the hilt, lifting me up with the **** of his hip thrusts, which reverberated through his penis into my vagina.

The man's hip thrusts were violent, each movement resonating in my aching body. I felt my breath coming in gasps, my tears still falling as I tried to hold on to something, anything, to keep from sinking into darkness. Mistress stood beside us, a cruel smile on her lips, her eyes shining with excitement. She murmured incoherent words, encouraging the man to go harder, faster. My body was in endless pain, every blow made me flinch, every second felt like an eternity. I no longer knew where I was, if I was still conscious or if I had already lost my footing.

After long seconds, minutes? He came inside me. Two handsome black men, as well endowed as him, presented themselves. One positioned himself in front of my vagina and the other my anus.

The two men positioned themselves on either side of me, their brutal hands gripping my hips and shoulders. One thrust into my vagina with a **** that took my breath away, while the other, without gentleness, **** its way into my anus. Each movement was a wave of pain that reverberated throughout my body. Mistress encouraged them, her high-pitched, excited voice piercing my eardrums. I felt my body writhe under the ****, my muscles tense to the limit, my nerves on edge. Tears continued to flow, mixed with muffled moans that I could no longer hold back.

When suddenly I began to ask for more, I no longer belonged to myself; the beast within me had taken over. Mistress beckoned two slaves to come with a satisfied smile. She was going to be able to discover my true potential and she was going to push it to the breaking point.

The girls brought nipple clamps, their bites made me scream as I was plowed by the two stallions, I saw the blood beading from my breasts as these clamps