"I can't believe this is happening..."

Doe continues his oral games, and you try to block out the current events.
You try not to notice the wetness growing between your legs, and try to avoid the overwhelming shame and embarassment you feel threating your brain.

He sits up straight, your juices on his lips, looks at you gagged mouth. "I wish I could kiss you and let you taste yourself, but you're just too much of a hassle."

You're thankful, amazingly, for the gag now. At least his lips can stay off yours. He leans down again, this time taking a soft nipple under his lips, and gently begins suckling and licking it. He switches to the right one, rolling the first between his first finger and thumb. When your left one is finally hard and upright he returns to it, looking up at you devilishly before biting down. Hard. You cry out in pain through your makeshift gag, and he smiles at you. "Aww, poor baby wishes she hadn't fought her master so hard, now doesn't she?"

You feel your eyes begin to water, and he moves to the other nipple. You try hard to focus on not letting it rise, but he coaxes it up with his gentle attentions anyways. Then, he gives you that same warning look before snapping his teeth down on it. You shout again, tears now openly running down your face.

"Well, this is what you picked for yourself darling." Doe says, before reaching up his arm. You think he's going to slap your face, so you turn it to the side and flinch. The hit however, comes down onto your right breast. He hits you again and again, your crys are like music to his ears. He slaps until both breasts are a brutal shade of red.

Then, he looks at you for a moment. "You know, this is just not a good position for this." He bites his lip in thought. "I could remove the cuffs from your ankles... but if you kick me or deny me what I want, I will punish you severly. What you just endured will be nothing." he threatens in a deep voice. Then he takes out a key and removes both your ankle cuffs.

"Legs up, and apart," Doe orders. You obey immediately, and feel like air floating across your exposed pussy. Oliver tugs his boxers off and you see that he's already pretty much ready for action. He gives his cock a few strokes for good measure, and positions the head at your entrance. "Look at me," he orders, staring deep into your eyes. The thought of kicking him flashes into your brain for a moment.