Sell My Soul (Sixty Days 1)

I should have been enjoying her pouty-girl nervousness, but my mood was flat as I checked out the preview screen on the host of cameras. Twenty viewing options for the subscribers, all available in real-time at the click of a button once the broadcast started. I was long used to the layout. Long used to ensuring the best experience for deep pockets.

Her big scared eyes greeted me from the host of images. Her perky tits rose and fell with her breaths. One camera was focused perfectly on her juicy little cunt, the lips begging right there and then to be splayed and tormented while she squirmed.

The laden toy rack was ready and waiting behind the closet door. The implements were primed for use, begging to bite and maim soft flesh and leave their mark for days.

I pulled out a gag along with the riding crop and Annabel whimpered loud.

It was a truly delicious sound.

“Please,” she said. “Please, take it slow. I’m still hurting from earlier…”

“And still being an impudent slut who needs educating.”

She gathered herself together quick sharp and rose to her knees on the bed, hands clasped in front of her in such an angelic display of subservience that I wished the cameras were already streaming to our audience.

“Please, sir,” she corrected. “Please, sir, take it slow. Please!”

“Hold that thought,” I said, and started up the ten second countdown on the cam controls.

I was facing her head on when the green light flashed in the corner of the bedroom. Live and loud, a whole host of dirty sick fucks watching with dicks in hand and waiting for the games to unfold.

“Please, sir!” she whined, and it was a good one. Her weight shifted from knee to knee, face crumpling in nervousness as I held the gag up for the viewer’s appreciation.

“Bad girls get what’s coming to them,” I told her, and she closed her eyes.

I hoped the tears would come.

I wasn’t disappointed.

This afternoon was about tanning her ass and leaving her red raw for days. This afternoon was about stretching her mouth so wide with a ball gag that she retched and dribbled all over her pretty bruised tits.

I beat her good. So fucking good.

Her ass was a crisscross of crop stripes, reddening just right. Her tits were worse.

So much fucking worse.

I rewarded her by ploughing her from behind with a monster dildo so deep her face slammed the mattress as she cried.

It was right there, with my fist in her hair and the slope of her ass positioned just so for my brutality, that I first registered I was immune to the pull of the cameras and was using her for my pleasure.

My dick was stretched to bursting in my pants, my balls pulsing with the need to spurt my load all over her tear-streaked cheeks.

Only it wasn’t her tear-streaked cheeks I had in my mind.

Soon enough it would be my sad little beauty from the beach spread before me. Soon it would be her tears I’d be tasting. Her cunt I’d be pounding. Her pretty little nipples stretched to their limits.

My mouth watered as I recalled her needy whimpers. My fingers clenched tighter around the dildo I was slamming into my current slut’s slit, and I wanted more. Wanted deeper. Wanted to inflict enough pain to last a fucking lifetime.

Annabel didn’t sense it coming. Her cry was feral as I forced two thick fingers inside her along with the dildo, thighs straining against the assault but getting nowhere.

“Dirty little sluts take it all,” I hissed, but she wasn’t listening.

She was lost to me. Lost to everything but the stretch and the hurt and the blissful fucking punishment.

There was a smile on my face as I wriggled my fingers deep. There was venom in my voice as I demanded a thank you from her gag-stretched mouth,

When she retched out a garbled thank you, sir through the tears, I knew her days of impudence were coming to an end.

I’m sure she hated me when I slipped my free hand underneath and found her sorry little clit standing proud for me. I made sure to give her a sharp pinch and tug before blessing her with the perfect rhythm to counter the misery.

“Good little sluts come for their master,” I told her, and she whimpered afresh.

Her body took what she was given. Her hips rocked against my touch.

“Come for me or I’ll make your clit sting for a week,” I said, and she slammed her forehead against the mattress like that could save her.

The stretch in her pussy must have hurt like a bastard as she picked up the pace of her movements against mine. I played her well, ensuring just the right contact as her raspy breaths betrayed her.

My cock was desperate to join my fingers and appreciate her rawness first hand, but I didn’t make a move.