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Struggler (MdomF, rom)
by Cymbidia (cymbidia@my-deja.com)
 

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He grabbed a tight handful of my hair and pulled my open mouth all the
way down onto his cock.  I felt it plunge into my throat just before I
gagged, pulling back, fighting for air.  Growling wordlessly, he thrust
into my mouth again and again, fucking my face without mercy.  I choked
and struggled, trying to give him pleasure, trying harder for air and
space.   I knew he loved the struggle and fight I put up when he wanted
me to take him all the way down.  He loved to hear me choke on his cock
while I tried to obey, to pleasure him.

Suddenly he pushed me away.  I sprawled onto my back, looking up at
him, panting.  "Close your eyes and keep them closed.  Do you
understand?"

 I nodded, closing them obediently.  I heard him moving around the room
and then felt him returning to the bed, to my side.  A quiet moment and
then.. oh gods!.. pain biting deeply into my nipple where he applied
the clamp.  I gasped, shrinking back, my hands immediately coming up to
cover the unclamped nipple.

 "What are your hands doing?" he asked me, a small amount of amusement
coloring his words.

 Moaning, "I'm sorry, Master," I pulled my hands back, screwing my eyes
more tightly closed, trembling a little.  I held my breath, stilling.

 Pain, again.  Sharp and biting as he seated the second clamp onto my
other nipple.  I sobbed at the lancing pain and then screamed when he
pulled the cord that connected the two clamps, arcing up off the bed to
follow his fingers as they made the cord dance and sway in the air
above me.

 "Keep them closed," he reminded me, one hand manipulating the cord,
the other stroking over my clit, pushing hard, driving me wild with
need.

 He worked me, offering wild red pain with one hand, incredibly smooth
pleasure with the other.  I screamed and begged and spread my legs more
widely while I tried not to move my breasts at all.  In the end, as
always, I begged him to let me cum.  Keeping his finger on my clit, he
let the cord fall onto my body and.. finally.. told me to cum.  I
exploded, screaming, writhing, my body a thing of fire and flame,
completely out of my control.

 I was gasping, still riding the wracking waves of pleasure he had
manufactured in me and barely noticed when he rolled me to my tummy and
pulled my hips up toward him.  He slapped my ass hard as my spasms
ended.  I whimpered, balling my hands into the bedclothes, holding on,
knowing what was to come.  Deep moans escaped me as he roughly pushed
my clamped nipples into the bedding.

 "Horny bitch," he said in a hoarse whisper, positioning himself behind
me.  "Keep your eyes closed, your hands over your head.  Don't make me
use a blindfold.  Don't make me tie your hands up there.  Obey me."

 He pushed his cock against my ass, its head jamming hard until it
popped through my sphincter.  I screamed, the sensation of being torn
open by his cock always exciting me through the pain.

 "No noise," he ordered, the rest of his cock sliding in easily.  He
rested a moment, his belly against my ass, his cock lodged deeply
inside me, stretching me.  "Gag yourself then put your hands back over
your head."

 Blindly, keening in pain, I searched the bedding for a gag.  My
fingertips brushed a towel and I grasped it, stuffing it into my
mouth.  It was enough.  No one would hear the high-pitched screams
pleasure, of pain, screams that his rutting into my ass would force
from me.

 He pulled out, the tip of his cock resting just inside my ass, then
swiftly thrust in again, taking me fully, deeply, causing me to scream
again, the gag muffling it.  I reached back to slip a finger up against
my erect clit.

 "No," he told me, slapping my hand away, "both hands above your head.
Lace your fingers together.  Keep them there no matter what."  He
slapped my thigh, hard, and fucked into my ass again.  "Keep your ass
up and your eyes closed, slave."

 I slid my hands up to the top of the bed; my fingers tightly laced
into each other and tried to keep my clamped nipples off the bed.  He
thrust into me again, his whole length knifing deeply, his body resting
hard and heavy on mine.  I felt my nipples dragging against the bedding
as he pulled out and cried into the gag at the intense spiking pain.

 Again and again he pulled out and thrust, filling my ass completely.
The pain receded.  Incredible, deep, wild pleasure began to color my
mind and dictate my responses.  I started to thrust back toward him,
opening to him, crying out into my gag with the return of clawing,
pounding need.

 He fucked my ass slowly, thoroughly, with long full intense strokes.
I fucked him back, wild impatience and red need in full bloom.  I
moaned, my eyes closed, my fingers clutched and threaded together above
my head, even my cruelly clamped nipples swollen and ripe with arousal.

 His thrusts became harder, deeper, faster.  I screamed into my gag
again but now it was screams of need, screams of hot wet crazed
obedience to his pounding lust.  My ass was open to him, gripping him
tightly, taking him fully, wanting more and faster and harder.

 He began to smack my ass with a paddle in time with each shuddering
thrust.  I howled and shook with each blow but the pain quickly became
another kind of pleasure, sharper and more strident than what I was
feeling in my ass, edged and violent, but pleasure nonetheless.

 My cunt was dripping now, and my clit was aflame.  My body shuddered
under his thrusts.  I felt my control slip as I neared the edge and
tried to ask permission but the gag prevented it.  A final deep, bone
jarring thrust of his cock into my ass, a final stinging slap with the
paddle, and I simply melted into a shattering orgasm.  I released,
screaming pleasure into the sodden towel gag.

 As i orgasmed, he continued to fuck wildly into my ass, the paddle
swinging wildly against my bright red and bruised skin.  As I shook and
screamed, pleasure engulfing me, his orgasm began, too.  He dropped the
paddle and his hard hands dug into my waist.  He ground into me as he
pulsed and thrust and released over and over into my ass.

 Slowing, panting, shaking with relief, we finally parted.  He slid out
of me and rolled onto his back.  I turned toward him, mewling at the
clamps, holding my aching breasts for him to see.  He negligently
pulled the clamps off each nipple, laughing a little when I cried out
and shrank from him.

 Reaching for me, he pulled me down to his side.  I snuggled up to him,
holding him, being held, feeling his pulse slow, and hearing his
breathing go back to normal.

 "Shall I go get a warm washcloth for you, Master?" I asked, my voice
hoarse after the gagged screaming, knowing he liked my personal service
and attention to his comfort.

 "In a minute," he told me, a smile in his voice, stroking my hair, my
back, touching me gently and with tender affection.  "Stay here.  Just
lie with me for now."

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"All joy emphasizes our status; always reminds, beckons, awakens
desire. Our best havings are wantings."
 .. C.S.Lewis

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