My insides were burning as he shoved his fist back up his asshole, but my cunt was loving the fact that my dark fantasies were playing out in front of me. Master pressed the white hot iron into my skin, branding the word “Slut” into my skin. I screamed out, between the brand and the fisting, but my cunt gave me away. I was running down my thighs, and that’s where he pressed the next brand: into the soft skin of my fat little piggy thighs. I wanted to be used like an object, a fuck toy, and there I was living my best whore life. I love to be his little pain piñata, and getting branded, fisted, and left for dead on the side of the road is, as we both know, only the beginning.
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