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The darkest dungeon

The darkest dungeon

Cold walls surround you, a fire torch for heat and light, deep within the castle, you're hid away from sight

Bars on the window, you're held fast by the heavy chain, waiting for the master, to want you once again

Time goes so very slowly, the moon is full and bright, you hope you'll hear the key turn, you hope he calls tonight

Then you hear footsteps on the stones, the sound is getting near, someone's coming to your cell, you start shake with fear

The door swings open wide, torch light floods the room, you can see the master silhouette, he's back again so soon

Not a word is spoken, your eyes fixed firmly to the floor, he unshackkes you and leads you out the big Oak door

Down the cold stone steps, bare feet scrap the floor, he stops at a different room, you've not been here before

In this room were many lit torches, all was bright and clear, glancing at the implements, it was plain why she was here

He bent her across a bench, he tied her down so tight, ropes biting into to skin, her first pain of the night

Fingers run up and down her spine, he grabs her by the hair, there's no point in moaning, the master just won't care

Hands rub her soft plump bum, he gives it a little pat, if she hoped for emotion, she knew his pat was that

She feels him spread her legs, he kneels between her thighs, his tongue laps her roughly, she's wet to his surprise

Fingers find her cliterus, he gives the flushed full bud a squeeze, pain and pleasure floods her senses, she wobbles at her knees

Pain makes her wetter as he starts to spank her bum, she knew this was the warm up, for the pain that's gonna come

She feels a almighty whack, as the paddles hits her cheeks, she smiles quietly to herself, she's needed this for weeks

She loved it when he beat her, each strike was give with love, love and pain together, they went like hand in glove

He moved around in front of her, his manhood hard as rock, she obediently opened up her mouth and began to suck his cock

Hands wrapped tightly in her hair, she gagged with every thrust, she knew she must take him all, to him it was a must

Then he got behind her, his spit splashed on her ring, he rammed his dick roughly in her arse, she loved the anal thing

Juices ran freely, it tracked right down her inner thigh, pumping hard in her arse, always made her sigh

Then he was in her cunt, crashing hard and fast, orgasm building but how long will the pleasure last

She must hold and wait for him, together he likes to cum, he was getting closer as he finger fucks her bum

Yes he was nearly there, deep breathing was the sign, a few more thrusts he was there, it was just in time

Her orgasm exploded, head tossed back she screamed his name, then there was utter silence, there ended the masters game

Soon she was shackled, chained up in her cold, dank cell, when will the master visit, only he can tell

Ron
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