1. A Scarred Wonderland


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

    semen into my skin. She traces a sticky slick finger over my pursed lips. Do you understand now? The demon inside me whimpers in the corner, strung out and worthless. I reach up, thumbs running over the smooth ivory. I pull it away and crimson hair cascades out obscuring her face. I brush a damp tangle away. I do. I wish I didn’t. She leans down, whispers in my ear. “It’s time to end this, darling,” I can’t breathe. “Get on your knees.” My body moves of its own accord, following the barked command. She eases behind me. Something hard and rigid slaps against my ass and slides along the cleft of my ass to my over stimulated pussy. I recoil in frightened shock. “What did I say?” she giggles. “In this scarred wonderland, I make the rules. Including… “ She drags the throbbing shaft along my slit, “modifications.” “You’re fucking mad.” She spanks my ass with childish glee. “Didn’t we already go over that?” I turn around and glare. “Oh, I love that expression.” “Fuck off!” A ragged banshee screech leaves me hoarse. “With pleasure.” She slips inside with frictionless ease, my gaping wet hole well lubricated by copious amounts of semen. “This gives whole new meaning to fucking yourself, doesn’t it?” she cackles. Her sick joke turns my pussy to a sopping mess and I feel like a twisted bitch from hell in depraved heat. She bends over me, licking the sweat from my back, tracing the tattoo between my shoulder blades. “Say it,” she whispers, “No.” “Say it!” “Go fuck yourself, bitch!” She ...
    pauses in her thrusts. Another set of mad giggles has her hard stomach vibrating against my ass. “Darling. That’s. Exactly. What. I’m. Doing!” There’s a wet plop as she pulls from my steaming core. The blunt head slides up, presses against my tight, virgin star. “No,” I cry out. “I haven’t.” “Haven’t what? Taken a nice fat cock up this slutty little hole? Of course we have! In every filthy way. We’ve even had wine poured down it like a good little whore. I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Sharp nails drag down my back, arc over the swell of my ass cheeks. “Wouldn’t you?” she repeats. She doesn’t possess the patience to wait for an answer. Not now. Not when she’s so close to winning. She lunges forward without preamble, the fat sticky head parting my tight muscular ring, pushing in to the root until her groin molds to my ass. For the last time, I shatter into a million scarred puzzle pieces. A million scarred memories. They take their turn in the spin cycle of chaos before racing back in picture perfect clarity. Every single damaged identity is fused together, one-by-one-by-one. Dark lusts I’ve long denied fall from my lips, our lips, like acid, corrosive to any last remnant of inhibition, any last remnant of denial about what I am, who I am. “What our name?” the crimson haired girl screams. It’s a cry of desperate longing and pained need. All of a sudden I’m on my back, gazing into storming grey eyes. Blackberry lips capture mine in a searing kiss of self-recognition. I ...
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