Oh, sweet pain, sweet pressure and pleasure! I lowered my head and watched the cone disappear into me, appallingly fascinated by the sight of my own defilement. How did I do it? How could I do this to myself? But I knew the answer, and the questions blurred from my mind as the inferno raged in me. Microtears formed in my rectum, sending felicitous bolts of agony deep in my nethers. I gritted my teeth against the whine that hissed from my chest, a plea with myself to stop, to keep going, to ruin my shithole until I died teen of the greatest torture a woman could know! I squatted deeper, voracious in my masochism, feeling the cold point part my tender innards and make way for the excruciation that followed. It pressed against my cunt from the other side, thinning the membrane between my holes until I thought it might rend. Master grew impatient, and pushed me all the way down. My face snapped to the ceiling, my eyes trembling and gaping, my ovoid mouth coughing on a scream I could not give voice to. My vision hazed red, my blood beat in my ears, and I was nothing, nothing but the purest note of sensation. Agony and ecstasy suffused, my insides ruptured and raped to uncover such heinous delights. I came down from the precipice with a screech, wracked with spasms, convulsing and thrashing like an animal. My anus was open and asian quivering with tension, crowning the metal base that I’d sucked so ravenously into my insides. Mistress Leveria gawked at me, her pinky finger tracing her agape mouth, her other hand doing its work beneath her dress. “Fifty-One,” Mistress Leveria said though her groans of pleasure, “do you still love Zander?” “Yes!” I moaned, “I never stopped loving him!” “Would you kill him for me?” “I could not! I would try for you Mistress, but I would fail! He’s too strong!” Mistress Leveria narrowed her eyes. “I thought you said you were his weakness.” “Because I’m the only one who made him forget about Alkandi.” My head was light, drifting through the stages of consciousness, “Because I was the only other amateur one he ever loved.” A thin smile curved Big Boobs across Mistress Leveria’s face. She nodded to Master. Master pulled out a fistful of long thin glass rods. He ran the length of one through my slit, the tantalizing cold sating my heat, the glass surface smearing with my lust. I panted with need, my eyes begging, my bottom lip quivering. He grinned down at me as he slowly pushed japanese the rod deep inside. I whimpered when it touched my cervix, the cold tip threatening to invade my deepest sanctity. He held it in place while he pushed another one to equal depth. The rods began to vibrate, and my splayed squatting legs began to tremble. Each rod he pushed inside only exacerbated the vibrations, sending shocks of pleasure deep into my nethers, through the channels of my sex and into the holy chamber within, desecrating even that. Soon, I was filled until my lover’s lips were stretched thin to hold their contents, and my pussy was quaking with the nine rods imbedded within, each one pressing against my bottom. So deep, so deep! My head fell between my shoulders, and my brow furrowed in concentration as I watched the lass rod slowly ascend into me. The bunch of rods left me gaping grotesquely, my cunt nearly a circle of birthing glass tips, each one leaking droplets of my detestable pleasure. A puddle was forming between my heels, running along the cracks in the floor and circling the base of the cone that pierced me. My vision was a monochrome of red, my mind a chaos of ecstasy so terrible that I thought I’d die of it. “Thank you, Mistress!” I sobbed. “No, Fifty-One, thank you.” Mistress Leveria smiled, “But I still need a little more information. Tell me about the powers Yavara has.” She turned to growl at the others when they started to gasp. Juices gushed from my cunt. Spit and dribbles of my cum ran down her chin. That's when you notice me sitting between your feet. “Let’s go. Sarah typed and back came the reply. I just japanese stay silent waiting for the usual questions that would normally follow, but either she was too excited or too hungry as she stayed silent and just ate her food. After a few moments, I inserts teen a finger into her wet pussy, and I gradually add two more fingers. I leaned over and licked the side of the shit. It took me a few minutes, but I found two, self-adhesive with the squiggly lines for security. Not damp, WET. The smell lingers on my nostrils. 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