Molly's Life Continues ~ Pt 7

Molly awoke, finally feeling refreshed. It had taken several hours of sleep to bring back this feeling, and even now, when she moved, she winced slightly at the remnants of her pain. She opened her eyes and glanced at Marcus, sleeping peacefully beside her. She knew something had changed between them but she was determined that what they had taken so long to develop would not be lost. Under no circumstances did she want Marcus to start thinking he could not master her as he always had!

Slowly she eased herself onto her knees and pulled the sheets back. Moving into place she began to caress her master's sleeping cock. Immediately it began to respond, and Marcus stirred slightly. Molly lowered herself and licked him, wetting the entire head and shaft with her seductive tongue. As soon as the cock grew hard in her hand her lips captured it, and she began to suck it lovingly, sliding down and up again, her eyes on his face.

He opened his eyes and looked down at her. He was about to speak, to tell her that she should still be recuperating, when she sucked him in harder, her eyes holding a message he read clearly. She would accept no more coddling, she wanted him to treat her as he always had. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and let the feel of her mouth on him wash over him. Yes, this was the slave of his dreams, the slave no other slave could ever replace. It was time for him to return to being her master! As if to relay his response to her message, he lifted his hips, forcing his cock deep into her mouth. As she sucked and bobbed on his cock more hungrily, his hands found her head, wove through her hair, and gripped her tightly, pushing her head down til his cock pressed against her throat. Oh yes! This was how he loved his slave, doing what she was born to do, and under his complete control! This was how she wanted it too, he knew that. He pulled back, let her breathe, then grunted and pushed in harder, forcing his now rock hard cock into the opening of her throat, letting the last of his doubts slip away from him.

He picked up speed, pulling back, forcing in, pushing on her head, over and over, quickening, until his cock was fully fed down her throat. He gripped her head, holding her firmly in place, her face pressed into his crotch, the full length of his long cock down her throat. He looked down at her and groaned. Oh how he loved what he saw! Her mouth stretched around his shaft, knowing how deep his cock was down her throat, drove him wild, not to mention the feeling of it! With a tightening of his grip he spread his legs ever so slightly, forced down on her a little more, and began to fuck her throat with renewed power. Driven now by the energy of dominating her, no longer filled with doubt, he slammed deep into her throat until at long last he let loose his cum, pulsating and throbbing. At last he pulled out, and allowed her to suck him in her mouth again, draining the last drops of cum from him and sucking him clean, before he pulled her head up by the hair so she could look at him, her lips glistening with saliva.

"Oh you're a good cocksucking whore!" he groaned. "You live to be owned and used, don't you?"

She tried to nod, but his grip was tight. "Yes Sir." She said, a hint of a smile on her lips, pleased to have her master back.

He grinned, then as he pulled her head even higher, he reached his hand to touch her still tender tit, watching her expression as she winced slightly. His fingers traced gently over her, until they found her nipple. He toyed with it a moment, then gripped it between thumb and fingers. He began to pinch slowly, then without warning, crushed it with a quick squeeze, watching her gasp in pain.

"You like that, whore?"

"Yes Sir." She whimpered.

He pinched harder, twisting some. "You NEED that, don't you slut?"

"Yes Sir!" she gasped, trembling against the pain.

He pinched even harder and twisted more, watching her face, listening to her breathing, her gasps and whimpers. "What are you, cunt? Just a filthy cum guzzling fuck hole? Just a piece of tit flesh for my amusement?"

"Yes! Yes! YES!" She gasped, the pain in her nipple burning, bringing tears to her eyes, and yet at the same time, awakening a need so deep within her untortured nipple that, were it able to speak, it would have begged for the same as it's sister was getting, or more.

He clamped his fingers down as hard as he could, and twisted as far as he was able. "SAY IT!" He commanded, through gritted teeth. "Tell me what you are!"

Trembling, she spoke through the pain. "I.... am your cum whore. You own me... to amuse yourself with... just a fuck hole,.... just a pain whore!" Her words broke off as the burning pain made her catch her breath, then she cried out once more. "Oh gawd..... Master!... PLEASE hurt the other one! I..... I..... I NEED IT!!! I can't stand it any more! HURT it!!!"

Instantly he let go of her hair and gripped her other nipple with his second hand, pinching down hard and twisting, til the pain rivaled the first. She tossed her head back, mouth open wide, and cried out, thrusting her chest forward to him, offering him her tits, her nipples for his abuse. He jerked on them, pulling the twisted buds out from her, watching her writhing in her need.

"YES! YES!" She gasped, her hips beginning to move on their own as he continued to abuse her tender nipples. He pulled her by them, bringing her along his body until she was closer to him, then brought his knee up hard into her cunt.

"Show me, my whore. Show me how desperate your pain makes you! Show me all you're good for! Just a cumcraving painslut who can't get enough!"

She began to rock, trying to fuck his knee as he pushed hard into her. Faster and faster she moved, groaning and moaning as she ground her clit into his knee. His grip on her nipples tightened as her sense of pain numbed with her heightened need. Soon she was fucking his knee with obvious desperation. He pinched down harder, twisting her nipples now a full turn, and she cried out loudly as she came while riding his knee.

"That's it you fucking whore! Fuck my knee! Show me that you'll fuck ANYTHING, because you love your pain so much you NEED to cum from it! DO IT!"

She came wildly, and he maintained her orgasm for some time, then finally let go of her nipples and removed his knee, giving her a shove so she collapsed onto the bed. She lay panting, her nipples in incredible pain now that her sense of pain was returning and the blood was allowed to rush back into them. He stood up and looked down at her and smiled.

"Well, whore, what are you waiting for? Now that you're back where you belong, and perfectly usable again, there's work to be done! Sure, you've done your wake up duties, and had your morning feeding, but do you think your tasks end there? What kind of a worthless whore are you? Get your fucking bitch-cunt into the kennels where it belongs! The dogs have gone long enough without using it. Don't come out of there til every last one of them has had a turn on you. Rob's bitch has been picking up the slack for you, so this time you do them ALL! Now, don't keep them waiting! You know even the dogs are your superiors around here, so give them the respect they deserve!"

Molly slid off he bed and crawled towards the door. She allowed herself to fall out of character for only an instant, as she lifted her eyes to her master and smiled. The unspoken message of thanks for returning everything to normal was acknowledged by his own smile and nod, then she nodded.

"Yes Master." she said, as she continued to crawl out of the room.