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Before I can brace myself, or even draw another breath, he charges into me again, rattling my bones and blood. I croak something incoherent as he shoves himself all the way inside with such force it feels like I’m being knocked off my feet even though I already am. I gasp for air, my body struggling to keep up with the intense rhythm of his thrusts. The sounds of flesh colliding with flesh echo off the silent yet listening walls of the Emancipation Room, amplifying the unfolding obscenity. The wet slapping of our bodies is like… अधिक पढ़ें

A strangled gasp fills the ER from the force of Frost’s re-entry, my mouth cracked open as he lunges into me with a hard, unforgiving stroke. He doesn’t pause for my answer, doesn’t give me time to adjust or think before hoisting me on his cock again, like a flag in forced surrender. The resulting smack is vulgar. Crass. And yet, while my ears burn from the sound, my core burns even hotter. His large hands find my ass cheeks from behind, biting into my skin as he picks up… अधिक पढ़ें

I think I’m screaming. But I’m not even sure. It’s lost in the whirlwind that fills my head, the howl that’s lodged in my throat. Pressure. So much pressure. I know it’s him. And yet there’s this stunning shock. This genuine surprise. I feel myself shrink as his hardened form breaches my body. A cry emerges from my lips, and then he’s within me, captured by my constricting walls, and I experience the most exquisite pain—sharp, choking—like this sensation will never end. I’m overcome with raw feeling, like I’m being… अधिक पढ़ें

Every muscle in my body coils, each last inch of me knotting as a coarse, broken scream rips itself from deep inside my chest. My abs tighten and push down on autopilot, pinning down my torso with a vise grip, too taut and rigid to feel like anything of a human origin. My pussy spasms uncontrollably, the Kegel shooting out with a vulgar pop to dangle against the base of my womanhood. Its weight pulls on my nipples as it continues to hang from them, jerking haphazardly between my slick… अधिक पढ़ें

Some strange noise, half whimper, half yelp of shock, bubbles out of my chest. My body tenses like a bowstring, every muscle pulled tight as the Kegel suddenly releases its own scream inside me, the vibrations getting stronger and stronger. I can practically taste my pulse in my temples, a frantic beat that seems to be trying to escape my skull. Yet my heart skips in time with the monitor’s signaling beep that I’m in the danger zone. Frost is opposingly silent, eerily so, as if nothing has changed. He… अधिक पढ़ें

My hips strain, suspended in their raised, vulgar position, Frost’s words pounding in my head: “Don’t lose your electron.” I repeat them like a mantra. Don’t lose your electron. Don’t lose your electron. Don’t lose your electron. Vibrations race through me, like a million fire ants on the march. They burn and buzz in my core, an ever intensifying agitation that won’t let up. My brows furrow as my eyes flutter closed, feeling the escalation in my lower belly. Then a shock—a stinging smack on my ass cheek—and his sharp warning: “I didn’t say you could… अधिक पढ़ें

A punctured gasp slips through my lips. Then another. And another. My breaths grow ragged, my nails digging into the palms that house them as I grip the strap handles against my own weight and Frost’s actions, clutching like I’m trying to hold on to my sanity even as I feel it slipping between my clammy fingers. My eyes follow the crop as it slowly glides over the curve of my outer thigh to trail to the back of my knee, then elevating to my calf and shin, my toes… अधिक पढ़ें

The doctor observes me from across the room, his now muted company more oppressive than the punitive quiet of his Emancipation Room. His gaze is fixed. Upon my sex. A sharp twinge of lust hits my core at the knowledge he can see me spread so obscenely. Open without concealment. Moaning in spite of myself. Despite my best efforts to remain steady on the frame, something carnal engulfs me, my eyelids hooding around the dynamic image of the swaying pendulum across from me. Hypnotic. Erratic. Shuddering gasps and the vibration… अधिक पढ़ें

Sweat sits at my temples as I hang in midair, suspended above the ground. Naked. Unsteady. No. Matter. What. My brain swivels as I stare ahead. Frost’s eyes squint in concentration as he makes a few adjustments to the interface, ignoring my struggle to take in his latest command. A new picture appears on the monitor; two identical red dots on either side of a larger blue dot, dashed lines a few inches behind each of them. At the same time I speculate, Frost says, “The dots depict each Kegel’s… अधिक पढ़ें

An abrupt chill pierces my body, acute impression shooting through my center. My arms quiver uncontrollably, my fingernails carving crescent moons into my palms around the strap handles of the swing. My mouth hangs open of its own volition, releasing a breathless gasp. My eyes gape wide open, blinking against the sensation of the solid mass he just inserted…in my ‘other’ mouth. My brows furrow, the dazed, confused stare below them locked on the face of ambivalence, reflecting shock in silence, questioning what I can’t voice even though no answer… अधिक पढ़ें