Page 34 of Vicious Little Princess

He wrenched his fingers out, and I jerked in my binds.

Then he spread my ass cheeks wide and dove in, lashing my hole with his tongue, then eating my ass with his lips, teeth, and wild tongue like a fucking madman, while he started fisting my cock roughly, the sick feel of his cum sliding back and forth along my shaft.

“Fuck,” I grunted. “Fuck.”

He was pushing me further and further.

He suddenly stabbed his fingers deep and pounded rough and hard and fucking rapid-fire.

And that was it. I came, cursing and spurting all over his hand.

I couldn’t swallow down the whimper of shame that bubbled up.

He made it worse when he pulled his fingers free, then came around to my front and gathered all my cum up and started licking his fingers and palm clean in full view of me, making a show of it.

“Yeah, pretty little bitch, that’s the stuff. More.”

“No more,” I groaned.

“Yesmore. Lots more.”

He strode over to the cabinet and took out several vibrators, all different kinds and shapes and sizes.

Smiling at me with disturbing glee, he walked back to me, clipped one to either nipple hoop and turned them on full blast.

The intensity had me gritting my teeth.

He held another vibe up in front of me, one that looked like a cross between that and a cock ring, then he slipped it on over my cock, driving it right down to the base, before then adding another near my crown.

As if that wasn’t enough, he finagled one onto my balls, pulling and pinching them in the process, eliciting groans of discomfort from me.

He turned all of them on and I jolted, panting at the torment all over.

It got worse when he showed me the final one he’d grabbed. It looked a lot like anal beads, but there was a hook at one end and the beads weren’t really separate, more like one continuous, connected shape. He pointed at the hook. “This will prevent you from being able to push it out.” He fired it up, and it buzzed fucking violently.

And then he walked around behind me, spread open one of my ass cheeks, then started pushing it inside. I twisted, but he remained ever creepily patient and kept driving it deeper and deeper until I was jolting as it pushed against my sweet spot while buzzing wildly.

“Fuck!” I cried. “Fuck!”

It was one step too far with everything else he’d attached to me, tormenting the hell out of me, so that I was straining, panting and crying out in my binds as his toys ravaged me and sent a flurry of wild pulses of pleasure through me.

He twisted the hook, making me roar as it jostled the whole toy inside me and bore down on my prostate in an overstimulating way I could barely breathe through.

And then he rounded me again, walked to the door and opened it, then carried a metal chair into the room, wherein he slumped down, pulled his cock from his pants and watched me as I endured his crafted torture.

“You’re gonna come fucking hard and you’ll keep coming over and over. The only way I’ll stop it is if you beg me to. But keep in mind that you’ll also be begging me to fuck you.” He licked his lips, enjoying the sight of me shuddering and trying to fight it. “Until then, come apart for me. I’m gonna relish every moment of this sexy fucking show you’re gonna give me.”

“Stop, stop this madness.”

“Not the right words.”

My body twisted almost of its own accord to escape the erotic torture, but Angelo just watched in elation, growing harder by the moment as he got off on my suffering, while the binds held me steady, forcing me to endure it.

Before long, cries and whines were spilling from my lips and my whole body trembled from the overstimulation.

“Yeah, pump those hips. There’s my pretty little bitch.”

“Argh!” I roared, tugging wildly at the restraints as desperation and too much fear gave way to absolute fury. “Argh!Argh!”

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