Tortured Love [TK]

SIX

(warning : contain explit content)

It's time to play, doll." I don't want to play with him. I want to shout, but my throat hurts so badly. He leans near my ear and whispers,

"Shibari".

Before I can react, there's a ball gag in my mouth and a blindfold over my eyes. Panic surges through me as I try to push him away, but he hisses, "You're mine," tearing my clothes apart with a savage grin. I want to cry; I don't even know what's going to happen. He holds my body with a vice-like grip, wrapping ropes around me, binding my hands horizontally. The rope is so tight, I feel utterly exposed.

"You look pathetic," he snarls, his voice dripping with malice. "I want to see you suffer."

My crotch area is vulnerable, and he places a cock ring on me with deliberate cruelty. My hands are tied behind my back, and my legs are bound to my hands, my body arching painfully. The more I try to move, the tighter the ropes get. He leaves me in the same position for an hour, savoring my helplessness.

"Feel that?" he whispers close to my ear, his breath hot and menacing. "That's the feeling of complete control. Your pain is my pleasure, and your suffering is my entertainment."

I want to cry but can't. The ball gag stifles my sobs, and the blindfold plunges me into a world of darkness and fear. Every sound, every touch is amplified, making my torment all the more intense.

"You thought you could escape?" he taunts, his voice low and menacing. "You belong to me. There's no running, no hiding. I will break you, piece by piece, until there's nothing left."

He traces a finger down my chest, the touch both gentle and threatening. "You're my puppet now, and I will pull your strings as I see fit. Struggle all you want; it only makes it more enjoyable for me."

It's been hour since I'm in that position
Suddenly, the blindfold is removed, and I see a huge glass window in front of me. It's one of those mirrors where the inside can see out, but the outside can't see in. What I see makes my situation even more unbearable. The same man who dragged me here is fully bare, engaged in intense intimacy with several girls.

My heart pounds, and shame washes over me as their moans make me hard, but the cock ring prevents any release. The pressure builds painfully, and I can't tear my eyes away from the scene before me.

He glances back at me, a wicked smile curling his lips. "Enjoying the view?" he asks mockingly. "You don't get to participate. You just get to watch and suffer."

My breath quickens, the mix of humiliation and unwanted arousal tearing me apart. "See, I want you to understand something," he says, his voice dripping with malice. "Your body is mine to control, your pleasure mine to deny. You're nothing but a toy to me."

Every movement he makes, every sound from the girls, adds to my torment. "Look at you," he sneers. "So desperate, so helpless. You don't get to decide when you find release. That's my privilege, and I won't grant it easily."

The ropes dig deeper into my skin with every futile struggle, and the pain from the cock ring becomes unbearable. He enjoys my suffering, his eyes gleaming with sadistic delight.

I'm crying now, my body aching, and suddenly he stops. As if he can feel what I'm feeling, he looks towards me, smirking that ugly smirk. I can't take it anymore, so I close my eyes. He leaves the girls unconscious, wraps a towel around his hips, and comes to my side of the room.

He grabs my chin with a rough grip, forcing me to look at him. "Hard, my dear," he says, his voice dripping with sadistic pleasure. I cry out, the sensation too much for me. The combination of pain, humiliation, and the sight of him is unbearable.

His smirk widens as he leans in closer, his breath hot against my face. "Beg," he commands.

I shake my head, tears streaming down my cheeks. "Please, no," I manage to whisper, my voice broken and desperate.

His grip tightens, and he tilts my head up, forcing me to meet his gaze. "Beg," he repeats, his voice a dark, menacing whisper. "Beg for your release, beg for my mercy."

Every fiber of my being screams against it, but the pain and humiliation are too much. "Please," I sob, my voice barely audible. "Please, let me go. I can't take it anymore."

His eyes light up with cruel delight, and he leans even closer, his lips almost touching mine. "Louder," he demands. "I want to hear you beg."

"Please," I cry out, louder this time. "Please, let me go. I'll do anything, just please stop."

My voice won't come out, and he says, "Beg, or I'll leave you here all night." I'm helpless. "Please, whoever you are, leave me. I can't take this anymore."

He smirks, his eyes gleaming with sadistic delight. "Beg me to make you cum, baby boy say master let me cum."

I cry, sobbing uncontrollably. "Please, let me cum," I mumble, the word tearing from my throat. "Master."

He chuckles darkly, his smirk never fading. "That's better

His smile widens, a twisted expression of triumph. He loosens the ropes, and I collapse on the floor, every muscle aching, my body trembling with exhaustion. He removes the cock ring, the sudden freedom almost unbearable.

The moment he blows on me, I cum, the intense release overwhelming my senses. A wave of darkness crashes over me, and everything goes black.

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