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A shiver runs down Melissa’s spine as she hears the heavy metal door creak open. She’s been waiting for hours, naked and restrained in this dimly lit dungeon, her mind racing with anticipation and a mix of fear and excitement. The clanking of chains and the squeak of leather soles on the stone floor signal her Master’s approach. He’s a formidable figure – tall, muscular, his heavily tattooed skin glistening in the low light. He’s dressed head to toe in black leather, his eyes hidden behind a dark mask.

“Rise, slave,” he commands in a deep, authoritative voice. Melissa scrambles to her feet, the steel cuffs binding her wrists and ankles clanking together. Her heart pounds in her chest as she stands before him, head bowed submissively. She knows better than to look him in the eye without permission. The last time she disobeyed, she had to endure the cruel lash of his whip for hours.

He circles her slowly, inspecting her body like a piece of meat. His gloved hand reaches out to grab a handful of her hair, yanking her head back painfully. “You’ve been a bad girl, haven’t you, Melissa?” he growls, his hot breath tickling her neck. “Making me wait so long to get you here.” She whimpers in response, tears stinging her eyes.

He pushes her down onto the cold stone floor and spreads her legs, exposing her glistening pussy. “What’s that on your chin?” he asks, noticing a small spot of drool. Without waiting for an answer, he lands a hard smack on her ass, leaving a red handprint on her pale skin. “Already so wet for me, slut?” He chuckles darkly.

Reaching into a nearby cabinet, he pulls out several items: a pair of nipple clamps on a chain, a thick silicone dildo, and a remote-controlled vibrator. “Let’s see how well you take this training,” he sneers, attaching the clamps to her painfully erect nipples. Melissa bites her lip, trying to stifle the pain, but can’t help the moan that escapes as he starts the vibrator buzzing against her clit.

He maneuvers her into a standing position, her legs bent and spread wide. Her hands are shackled above her head, leaving her completely exposed and vulnerable. He attaches the dildo to a fucking machine, theSame frightening noise that she’ve heard since her picked up were coming from something in front of her. He turns the machine on low, setting it to pump in and out of her slowly. “Oooh yes, this is going to train you well,” he coos as he admires her suffering.

As the machine picks up speed, she can’t help but be slammed over and over again on that huge, thick, fake dick. Her hands ball into fists, desperately trying to resist the pleasure, but what’s the point of resisting? Her body has given up. His cell phone save from his coat’s inner pocket causes him a grin and he calls someone.

“Come on in, baby, it’s time for the show!” Some friends arrived to see Melissa taking a fucking machine, It has to be a dream, but what reality? Her mind went completely blank. Maybe this was her dream, it’s no nightmare if Melissa can bear it.

The pleasure builds and builds, hour after hour, as the machine ruthlessly pounds her exposed cunt. Her nipples throb with the clamps, making her aware of every movement. She’s utterly at his mercy, unable to do anything but take what she’s given.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, he turns off the machine and removes the vibrator and clamps. Her pussy is swollen and raw, oozing with juices. He fucks her hard and without mercy, his huge cock slamming into her sensitive hole. She screams and thrashes, but she’s completely powerless beneath him. When he finally comes, he pulls out and paints her face and tits with thick ropes of cum.

Exhausted and covered in blood, sweat, and jizz, Melissa collapses onto the floor as he unshackles her. “Until next time, my little slut,” he growls before disappearing. She curls into a ball, crying softly to herself. She knows she should be disgusted with how eagerly she surrendered to his whims – the way her body responded to the pain and humiliation. But the truth is, deep down, she craves it. Craves the feeling of utter submission, of being used and owned like a mindless fuck toy. She can’t wait until her Master returns to claim her again.

The end