Please enjoy this absolute clusterfucktastrophe that highkey is making me regret ever learning the English language.
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Muriel D’hiver was an interesting student at her university. She carried herself with a fearsome grace, often taking drinking bets of Monster Energy. If her challenger won, they were given an opportunity to use her body for one full day. No one had ever won a bet against her. She had gone through several leather jackets, pairs of moto gloves, and many different hairstyles – yet the one thing that never changed was her inability to lose a bet.
That all changed when a transfer student named Elliott Ciotto arrived. He was an avid Monster drinker too. He took Muriel up on her bet. They tied drinking times for three whole cans. Muriel declared a brief parlay, to which Elliott offered a new term – if he could defeat her record, he would be granted two weeks with her instead of one day. She agreed, mind blurred by her dangerously caffeinated state. And, for the first time in history, she lost the bet.
Elliott had planned it all – he knew something about her that he could use to his advantage. Muriel exclusively audited classes, but her name was not even in their system. She slept in an unused dorm after having stolen the key to it, and for all intents and purposes, she didn’t exist. Elliott had gotten lucky with a one-person dorm, in which he stored a variety of surprises for his new slave.
He brought Muriel to his room, which at first appeared quite normal – he then blindfolded her, guiding her blinded body towards his desk. He pushed her down beneath it, seating her over a Sybian, though she could not yet recognize it as one in her state. He chained her arms and legs to the floor and strapped a dental gag around her head, leaving her plump lips stretched and begging to wrap around something.
With a flick of a switch, Muriel realized what she was perched on. Elliott removed her blindfold. Her eyes were met by Elliott’s well-endowed, fully erect cock, roughly eight or nine inches in length by her judgement. He sat back in his chair, gently stroking himself in front of her.
“You can try and get out,” Elliott said. Muriel furrowed her brows and fought against her restraints. Liquid flowed across the machine, her mind clouded by arousal. “I’m going to keep you down there for the whole day, okay sweetie? I’ve got to run to my architecture class, so I’ll be back in two hours. Don’t go anywhere~”
Elliott stepped out of the door and locked it behind him. Muriel’s eyes widened in disbelief, though they quickly began to roll back from pleasure. She strained to shift the gag out of her mouth but was unable to, the saliva beginning to pool between her pert breasts. She then tugged against her restraints again, but to no avail. She moaned through the metal ring forcing her mouth open, unwilling to admit that her current helplessness was immensely turning her on.
The room was dark, as Elliott had turned off the light when he left. There was no sound in her ears except the hum of the machine and her own pounding heart, both of which seemed to be muffled by the colored foam squares on the wall. She had no choice but to accept the treatment of her pussy and her ass, both of which were being expertly stimulated without remorse. A tear of pleasure rolled down her cheek as an orgasm was brutally forced out of her body, her restraints clanking against each other as she tried to convulse. Her inability to mitigate the sensation caused her to rapidly buck her hips on the machine, her eyes rolling back into her skull. She was trapped in this mindless state, fucking herself into oblivion while chained beneath Elliott’s desk, her breasts covered with spit and sweat that dribbled down her chin.
After what felt like an eternity of painful, nonstop orgasms, Elliott returned. Muriel was so dazed out of her senses that she didn’t realize he was back. When she finally saw him in the corner of her eye, she fought back her climax just to try and wail at him, only to have his dick shoved deep into her throat. She fought against it, though the dental gag made her unable to fight much. Elliott reached under his desk and grabbed her from the back of her head, ruthlessly facefucking Muriel’s mouth. She could not protest, and the way that he used her had made her climax yet again. She must have orgasmed in the double digits, and she could feel her brain melting with each of Elliott’s thrusts.
Elliott finished in her mouth and continued to rapidly thrust, the white fluid he had ejected beginning to froth up inside of her throat. A few drops were now leaking from her nose. He retreated his dick, pleased to see Muriel’s tongue hanging obediently out of the ring.
“Swallow it all.” Elliott ordered. Muriel swallowed without hesitation, eyes glazed with lustful cravings. “Good girl.”
He clipped a set of electric clamps onto Muriel’s nipples and set the Sybian to its teasing setting. Despite Muriel already being almost completely immobilized, he tightened the chains that bound her. He replaced her dental gag with one that forced a phallic silicone rod down her throat, causing her to gag uncontrollably. Elliott then produced a wristband and secured it tightly to her wrist.
“Wrt ur thrt?” Muriel choked out, her words barely understandable.
“That wristband will keep an eye on you. Every time you’re about to cum, the machine will stop and you’ll get shocked.” Elliott said, a sadistic grin on his face. He placed the blindfold back over Muriel’s eyes and put a pair of headphones securely over her head.
Muriel could feel herself building up already, her body begging for release. Before she could cum, the Sybian abruptly stopped, her pussy throbbing to be stimulated just a little longer, and she came down from her dazed high. Her nipples were shocked by a low voltage, and the Sybian started to ramp up again. Elliott undid the gag, then walked to his bed, paying no mind to the quaking girl beneath his desk.
“Y-you can’t leave me like th-i-is!” Muriel cried, her body once more climbing towards release. She heard Elliott’s voice in the headphones, taunting her and turning her on even more.
“Oh, but I can… you’re mine. Even if you think you’re not, you know you love this. You love being tied down like this, having your pretty pussy abused, having your cute nipples shocked, with this massive dick destroying your throat…you know you want this. You want to be under that desk forever, never able to cum, begging for a release, caught between how fucking good it feels and how much it fucking hurts.” Elliott said. The words alone were going to make Muriel explode, but the Sybian stopped again and her nipples were delivered a cruel shock. “You know who I am. You’ve always known.”
“N-no, I d-don’t…” Muriel pleaded, fighting with herself to not get close to cumming again. “I-I’ve ahhngh…n-never seen you bef-fore today…nngh…” Her voice was broken, any sense of control she once possessed faltering all at once.
“Yes you do.” Elliott hissed in a tone that was borderline cruel. “You denied me all those years ago. Never said a word to me. You hurt me, Muriel. Now it’s payback time.”
In the haze of all of the torturous pleasure, memories arose in Muriel’s mind. Her old neighbor, whom she had never greeted. The boy that pined for her attention, the drummer down the street. She knew who he was and it terrified her. Not because of their history, but to now witness what he was truly capable of.
“Ple-ease, I’m sorry!” Muriel cried out in a broken sob as another orgasm was denied. Her nipples were bright red, her entire body failing to function. Her tongue hung out of her mouth, eyes rolled so far back that only the whites of her eyes were visible. Tears streamed from both of them as she whipped her head back, pleasure and pain overwhelming her body completely.
“Too late for that now.” Elliott roared, standing up from the bed and marching over to Muriel. He rapidly stroked his dick, then plunged it deep into Muriel’s throat once more. Even though she had no gag to force her mouth open, she was too dazed and broken already to even try and bite down. He bucked his hips roughly, slamming into her face with such a brutish force that Muriel thought her neck would break if it weren’t for Elliott holding the back. “You’re going to make it all up to me by being my personal toy until whenever I say. You obey my every command, and if you fail to do as you’re told, you’ll go back on the Sybian for three full hours, clamps and all. Got it?”
Muriel eagerly nodded, just craving a release. Elliott undid her restraints and lifted her from the machine. She hurriedly flung her hand to her aching pussy, trying to push herself over the edge after the repeated denials. Elliott grabbed her hand and pinned her down, causing her to whine and beg him to let her cum.
“Please let me cum, please!” Muriel’s voice was a desperate squeak. Elliott laughed at her feeble pleas. “Elliott, I’m begging you – please…”
“You think that using my name will do you any favors?” Elliott snickered, pushing his dick into Muriel’s abused cunt. “You cum when I make you and you will thank your master for it. I’m gonna fuck you until you squirt, Muriel. You’re going to take it all like a good toy.”
Muriel was unable to protest as Elliott cupped a hand over her mouth, muffling her cries. He mercilessly rammed into her, shocking her nipples once again. She began to gush with reckless abandon, squirting juices all over her stomach and coating Elliott’s chest. He continued to fuck her, refusing to stop until she was completely broken.
“M-master,” she pleaded, meekly pushing her arms against Elliott’s. “Please, master…”
“Magic words, Muriel…” Elliott huffed, sweat trailing down his sides and onto Muriel’s body.
“Th-ank you, master… thank you for making me cum…” Muriel’s voice was devoid of emotion. Elliott finished inside of her, watching as her juices carried his out of her body, dripping onto the carpet floor. “Master…no more, please…” Muriel was sobbing from the abuse her pussy had taken, her eyes glazed with a helpless, broken lust. Elliott lifted her up, her juices coating his arm as he did. He placed her on his bed and covered her with a blanket, watching her lips as they sleepily recited her pleas over and over, even as she drifted to sleep.
“You’ve wounded me, Muriel…but at the end of the day, you are my first crush, and my first love…” He gently kissed Muriel’s sweat-covered forehead. “My dear Muriel… there really is no one I’d rather have than you.”
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