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My mouth trembles around the gag as he grabs the lube.

I flinch when he squirts the cold liquid on my skin, squirm when it drips over my hole.

He smears it over me with a quick swipe, and grabs the dildo. I cry out, try to move away, but he grabs my ass cheek so hard I bruise, keeping me in place as he presses the dildo into my ass.

Despite how I wriggle and fight, despite how fucking tight that hole is, somehow Fyre pushes the first inch of that big fake cock inside me.

My pussy sends a hard, painful ache through my womb. I scream, struggle, yank at the ropes.

Fyre draws out the dildo, yanks my ass cheek to the side, and spits on me. I shudder, my thighs shaking as I try to close my legs. He peels open my pussy, and when I glance back, I see the camera is right between my fucking legs.

Hot shame rolls through me in waves. I start sobbing, pulling and fighting with the ropes, with Fyre, with the thing that kept me compliant to this point.

I lift my head, flick back my hair, yell at Fyre through the gag. I don’t know what the fuck he meant, but if he doesn’t want me to show my face, then this is the only way to stop him from doing what he’s doing.

But I guess he doesn’t care about that anymore because the camera is pointed straight down.

No one’s going to see my face.

All they’ll see is Fyre fucking me in the ass with a dildo.

When he starts stroking my pussy with the hand holding the dildo, when he slips two fingers inside my cunt and fucks me at the same tempo as the fake cock he’s thrusting in and out of my hole, I can’t fight it anymore.

I scream as I come undone, my body going rigid.

“Fuck,” Fyre groans. He forces the dildo in another inch, two. I scream again, pain and pleasure mingling, drawing out my orgasm to the point where I want to pass out.

He never stops fingering me.

Doesn’t stop fucking my ass.

I’m coming down, ragged and loose, but another climax starts flickering in the distance.

“Please!” I shriek through the gag.

It doesn’t help. He can’t hear me, doesn’t care, is so fixated on his fucking movie that I could be a blow-up doll for all he cares.

I didn’t think it was possible, but moments later that entire dildo is buried in my ass. He keeps it there, moving the camera left and right, and then pointing it under me, showing how he’s fingering me at the same time.

The friction is so intense I think Idoblack out—at least for a second or two.

Because when I come to, there’s something else pressing against my pussy…

His thick, hard cock.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Fyre

I’m biting down on my lower lip to try and hold back my climax. It’s working—but barely. My cock bobs up and down, begging to be inside Charlotte’s dripping pussy.

She’s the perfect little actress, my Charlotte. Her muffled screams, the way she fights me…

Fuckingperfect.

All I want to do is sink my cock into her, but I fear I’m not causing her enough pain. Enoughhumiliation.

I might have to do this over. Might have to take the best pieces of this and edit them together.

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