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Fifty Shades of Lust {Steamiest Short Stories} Sex to Death (7)
ELLA My body was no longer mine. It belonged to the chains, the cocks, the hands, the mouths. Every part of me had been claimed so many times that the lines between pain and pleasure had dissolved into one constant, screaming ache. The vibrator still buzzed low inside my pussy—too weak to make me come again, but strong enough to keep every nerve raw and twitching. Cum leaked from my ass in slow, thick trails that ran down the backs of my thighs and pooled under my knees. My nipples were so swollen they throbbed with my heartbeat. My jaw ached from being forced wide for so long. My throat felt scraped raw, voice gone from screaming and gagging.And still they circled.The chains held me upright—wrists cuffed high, spreader bar between my ankles, collar locked around my neck so I couldn’t drop my head. My chest heaved with every shallow breath. Tears had dried on my cheeks in salty tracks, but fresh ones kept coming, silent now, just leaking from the corners of my eyes because my body
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ELLA The chains still held my wrists high, but they’d lowered me enough that my knees rested on the mat again. My body felt like it no longer belonged to me—every muscle quivered, every hole ached with a deep, throbbing soreness, every inch of skin was coated in layers of drying and fresh cum. My face was a wreck: mascara tracks carved black rivers down my cheeks, lips swollen and cracked, hair plastered to my forehead and neck with sweat and semen. I could taste it constantly—salty, bitter, coating the back of my throat no matter how many times I swallowed.I thought the worst was over. I was wrong.The room had gone quieter for a moment—only heavy breathing, the wet slap of cocks being stroked back to life, the occasional low chuckle. Then the chains whirred again. My arms were pulled higher until I was forced onto my tiptoes, shoulders screaming, breasts lifted high. Someone snapped a thick leather collar around my neck and clipped it to a short chain hanging from the ceiling. My
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ELLA My arms were still cuffed overhead, chains taut enough that my shoulders felt like they might dislocate if I struggled too hard. The spreader bar between my ankles kept my legs forced wide, toes barely brushing the mat. Cum dripped steadily from both holes—pussy and ass—forming a small, warm puddle beneath me. My clit was so swollen it hurt to breathe near it. My face was a mess: dried streaks on my cheeks, fresh spit and semen coating my lips and chin, hair matted to my forehead and neck. Every inch of skin felt sticky, marked, claimed.They didn’t give me time to recover.A low murmur rippled through the dark—more than voices, almost a growl. Footsteps closed in from every direction. Hands—too many to count—grabbed my hips, my thighs, my breasts, my hair. They lifted me slightly, just enough to adjust the chains so my body hung at a lower angle, ass tilted higher, head dropped back. The position made my throat a straight line, mouth open by default.The first cock pushed into
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ELLA The table had left deep grooves in my hips from where the edge had pressed for so long. My skin felt raw everywhere—thighs chafed, nipples swollen and tender from constant pinching, ass burning from repeated stretching, throat scraped hoarse. Cum had crusted in places: flaky on my cheeks, tacky between my breasts, thick and cooling in the creases of my elbows. Every shallow breath pulled in the heavy scent of it all—salt, musk, the faint rubbery edge of condoms some of them had bothered with, the sharp tang of my own repeated releases.I was still bent over the bench when they unstrapped me. No gentle hands this time. Rough grips under my arms hauled me upright. My legs shook so badly they buckled immediately. Someone caught me around the waist and half-carried, half-dragged me across the mats. The movement made everything inside me shift—cum sloshing, holes still gaping slightly, clit so engorged it hurt to brush against my own thighs.They stopped. I heard chains rattle overhe
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ELLA The bench left red marks across my hips where the edge had dug in. My knees were raw from the mat, my throat burned from being used, and every muscle trembled like I’d run for hours. Cum had started to dry in sticky patches on my skin—across my chest, down my thighs, in the crease of my ass—but fresh trails still leaked from both holes whenever I shifted. The smell of it was everywhere: salt, musk, the faint chemical edge of lube. My own arousal mixed in, sharp and sweet.I barely had time to catch my breath before hands grabbed me under the arms and lifted. They carried me like I weighed nothing—two men, one on each side, fingers digging into the soft flesh above my elbows. My feet dangled for a second, heels scraping air, then they dropped me onto something softer. A mattress island in the center of the room. Thick padding, slightly sunken from earlier use. They rolled me onto my stomach without a word.One of them straddled my thighs, knees pinning my legs closed. His weight
Fifty Shades of Lust {Steamiest Short Stories} Sex to Death (2)
ELLA The moment the last lock clicked, the darkness became absolute. No faint glow from under the door, no red emergency strips, nothing. Just black so thick it pressed against my eyeballs. My breathing sounded loud in my own ears—quick, shallow, almost panicked. The air smelled different now: sweat, musk, the faint metallic tang of arousal, and underneath it all the clean chemical bite of lube someone had already opened.A large hand closed around my left wrist. The grip was firm, not bruising yet, but unbreakable. Another hand took my right arm. They pulled me forward two steps. My heels caught on the edge of a thick mat and I stumbled. Someone caught me from behind—broad chest, heat radiating through a thin T-shirt—and steadied me with an arm across my stomach. His palm flattened just below my navel, fingers splayed wide. I could feel the calluses on his skin.“Easy,” he murmured against my ear. The voice was the same one that had whispered about no way out. Deep, lightly accented
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