Page 13 of Little Doll

“Everywhere, it hurts everywhere!” she whined.

I broke eye contact to stare down at her center. Her pussy and her ass hung wide open to me, spread unbelievably far. Despite her protests, evidence of her arousal dripped from her hot darkness. I adjusted my pulsating cock, desperate to free it.

“Unlock me, Fane,” she said. “Let me help you with that.”

I tipped my head back and bit my lip. After letting off a small roar, I returned my concentration to massaging her. I worked my way around to her outer thighs, where I kneaded her flesh harder and harder still. She jerked under my rough hands and sobbed.

“Right there? Is that where it hurts?” I whispered.

Her eyes shut tight, and now it was her turn to bite her lip. She nodded her head. The color drained from her face.

I bent down to her face.

“Then why are you so WET?” I demanded.

Izetta arched her back and wailed, a pitiful, despondent sound. She screamed for help.

I laughed. “Oh my god now I’m REALLY hard, holy hell, woman,” I growled.

In an effortless motion, I unsheathed my cock and plunged into her. She screamed once again and thrust her pelvis harder into mine. With my lips right next to her ear, I suggested, “Pain can feel good, darling.”

This provoked another desperate cry for help and more violent thrashing. “Try and feel the pain and think of it differently,” I whispered into her soul.

She screamed again.

Her legs already seemed stretched open past any reasonable limit. So, I reached down betweenour two bodies and forced my hands between her thighs and shoved them even further open.

She positively shrieked. I thrust into her like an animal while forcing her thighs wider open with each push.

She screamed, and she screamed again. And then something changed. Some slight note in the edge of her voice changed from fear to… Something primal. Something sexual.

Something terrible.

Her raspy shriek sent an explosion of ecstasy from my fingertips down to my toes and I shot off inside her like a war had just begun. Her pussy thrummed around my cock and her body reverberated beneath me. Her teeth chattered, and she sobbed while she came long and hard.

I ripped out of her before she was even finished and she cried again, this time in the desperation for my cock to fill her. I scurried back to the end of the table, cock still free and growing rock hard again. I retrieved her cane.

She was still pulsing with the remnants of her orgasm and had yet to open her eyes when I pressed the skull handle of her cane up against the opening of her ass. The cold crystal made her jump. Her eyes popped open, and her head rose.

“Oh, Fane, please… No…” she murmured as though she herself even understood how pointless it would be to fight me. The top of the handle was the top of the skull’s head, round and smooth. Thefront of it housed the ruby eyes and crags of the thing’s face. Probably better suited to insert into a pussy, but that was going to be where I put my cock again.

Her stretched open legs provided a perfect view of her asshole, and the juices of her orgasm dripped down there and made it wet. I placed the round head of the skull there and gently nudged it in.

I heard her whispering. I think it may have been a prayer.

I moved the skull by a hair’s width. She arched her back. Once again, her body began to tremble violently.

Another tiny bit, and now it was in up to its brow bone. Seeming to glare at me with its demonic red eyes.

Demanding to be shoved inside the darkness.

Izetta sighed.

“It doesn’t hurt?” I asked.

Her eyes were closed, and I doubted I’d ever get her to look at me again. But she answered. “It’s not as bad as I thought.”

“Great!” I said, full of good cheer.

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