1. A Scarred Wonderland


    Date: 8/22/2015, Categories: Hardcore, Author: MadMartigan, Rating: 18, Source: LushStories

    from my body, the stiff ribbing scratching the sides of my breasts. Icy hands do battle with the scorching heat of my skin, teasing and arousing, drawing strange symbols I can’t decipher. The monster inside knows them though. The leash stretches and my body vibrates. I try shrinking back into the grass and the dirt below, imagining a giant palm reaching up from hell and just ending it all with a fiery embrace. But something is locked firmly about my ankles and wrists. The bonds of control start slipping. You never had control. O/o\O Wet mouths latch onto the upturned swell of my breasts. Teeth pull on my aching nipples, rolling the sensitive buds as they harden to stone. Cold lips and talented tongues trace highways of arctic pleasure that melt between my legs and steam in the hollow of my neck. I have to bite down on the scrap of silk in my mouth to keep from screaming, to keep from losing this fucked up game before it even begins. My muscles tense when my knees are pressed together and pushed roughly into my chest. A long tongue slithers into my cunt, lapping away with hungry need. The movements are rough, uncoordinated… desperate. This particular oral assault isn’t about me. It’s about him. It. They. I’m just a toy. A tool. My flooding slit is the oasis in the desert, ambrosia for the hopeless creature dying of thirst. I scream out, but everything is silent. Hot drool pools into my makeshift gag, leaks from the corners of my mouth, only to be licked away. The mouths ...
    multiple and they lap greedily at my skin, desperate for every last bit of moisture bleeding from my pores. It’s not enough. Never enough. The mouths all pull away at once and I whimper pathetically through the gag. I feel abandoned. Cut off. Just drifting in the void of nothingness. I’m pulled back when a hulking frame mounts my smaller body, hooking my legs over broad shoulders. Lush lips capture my own in a bruising kiss. I pull at the restraints, desperate to mold myself into the muscled phantom. They hold fast. The blindfold loosens and pale blue light trickles in. I don’t think it’s by accident. She wants me to torment me. Hips shift. My existence quakes. The cold spongy head of a pulsating cock is buried deep inside my slick pussy. It’s like a blade of ice being pushed into my guts. I spasm around it like a vice, clinging tightly as it pulls out with painstaking slowness, inch by incredible fucking inch, until only the tip remains. An unbearable pause begins. Through the breaks in the blindfold, I stare into frozen blue gems that stare right back, bottomless pools of fractured ice that torment the leashed monster inside me. And beyond those frozen gems, the phantom’s translucent skin is a glass mirror I see myself reflecting back from. My eyes are wild, animalistic coals of demented lust. My hair, tasseled and wet, is plastered to a face that’s ghost white and gaunt. And the smile Grayson always said he loved is twisted into a snarl, my pale lips stained a blue so deep it ...
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