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I WANT THIS PAIN -- by V.P. Viddler
"Your nipples are hard, Ann."
"I know."
"They're really hard. I can see them practically pushing right through
your dress."
"I know."
"Why is that, Ann?"
"Because you're hurting me."
"Oh? And what does that do to you, Ann?"
"It turns me on."
"My hurting you turns you on?"
"You know it does. You know that. That's why you're doing it."
"I'm just pulling your hair."
"Yes. Pulling my hair."
"That's all. Pulling your long soft brown hair. Like this."
"Ah!"
"Look at you, Ann. You love this pain, don't you?"
"Yes. Yes."
"Tell me about it."
"Oh, you bastard. Oh! Yes. I love it. I do, I love the pain, I want it, I
need it."
"Shall I stop, Ann?"
"No."
"What?"
"No. Don't stop. Please."
"Shall I do it harder?"
"Oh god. Yes."
"Ask me nicely."
"Yes. Please. Please do it harder. Please. Ahh! Ahh! Ah Christ!"
"I can't pull any harder, Ann. Your head is as far back as it will go.
Your neck is all taut and straining; I can see all those veins and things
standing right out, quivering. And your face is twisting so nicely with pain,
Ann, and your eyes looking up at me all wide and hurting and tearful and
wanting. Wanting what, Ann? What is it you want?"
"More."
"More pain?"
"More. Please."
"Such masochism, Ann. Look how your body is straining, arching in agony
and lust. Thighs quivering. Breasts heaving, thrusting, with those high,
throbbing, thrusting nipples. Do you want me to hurt those nipples, Ann? Do you
want me to pinch them? Squeeze them and twist them until you scream? Is that
what you want, Ann?"
"Yes. Yes. Oh Jesus please."
"But I'd have to let go of your hair to do that, Ann. You don't want me
to do that, do you?"
"Oh...Oh don't..."
"I think this situation calls for a third party, don't you, Ann? To aid
us in our quandary. What do you think?"
"Please not that. Please not him. Please. Ah! Ahh!"
"You want it, Ann. You want those breasts hurt, that body tortured. Isn't
that right, Ann?"
"Ahh! Yes! Yes! But -- but -- not --"
"But who can we get, Ann? Who shall it be?"
"No."
"There's just one possibility, isn't that right?"
"God, no. Ahh! Oh damn you, damn you! Ahh!"
"You want it, Ann?"
"I want it. Damn you."
"You want to be hurt? All over?"
"I want it, I do want it, oh Christ..."
"Then who will it be, Ann? Say it. Say it, Ann. Say it!"
"All right! All right! Damn you to hell, yes, all right, yes, him. Him."
"Who, Ann? Say it."
"Ronny."
"Ronny? Your brother?"
"Yes, you bastard, you filthy son of a bitch, yes, him, Ronny, yes. Yes."
"Call him."
"Please."
"Call him."
"Ronny."
"Hi, sis."
"What was it you said to Ronny last time, Ann?"
"Please. Ahh!"
"What was it?"
"I said -- I said he would never put his hands on me again."
"And now you want him to put his hands on you, is that right?
"Oh ah ah oh."
"Say it."
"Yes."
"Say it to Ronny."
"Ronny. I...want you...to put your hands on me."
"That's a good girl, Ann. Say, Ronny, pinch my nipples."
"Ronny, I want you to pinch my nipples. Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!"
"Don't sqirm so hard, Ann, you'll rip your hair right off. No, you can't
look at Ronny. I'm not letting your hair go. It turns you on so much. Aren't
you turned on, Ann?"
"Yes."
"You want to be fucked, don't you, Ann? You want to be raped, don't you?"
"Yes."
"Say it."
"I want to be raped."
"You want to be raped by Ronny."
"Oh god."
"Say it."
"I want to be --"
"Tell Ronny."
"Ronny, I want you to rape me."
"Ask Ronny to strip you, Ann."
"Ronny. Please. Strip me."
"You're going to fuck Ronny, aren't you, Ann? Say it."
"I'm going to fuck Ronny."
"You're going to suck his cock for him. Say it."
"I'm going to suck Ronny's cock for him."
"You want him to whip you."
"I want him to whip me."
"Go on."
"I want him to hurt me and whip me and fuck me. Ahhh! I want to scream
for him. I want to crawl in front of him. Ahh! I want you to whip me as I suck
his cock. Whipping and whipping and whipping until I swallow his gism, all of
it, until I'm screaming around his cock, choking and gagging and vomiting. Yes,
hit me. Hit my breasts. Yes! Again! Yes! Again! Yes! Again! Ah! Ahh! Darling!
Ahh! Darling! Please! Darling...Darling. Darling...Do it, squeeze my breasts ah
I can't stand it ah it's so good ah."
"Ask Ronny to fuck you."
"I can't. Ahh!"
"Ask him. Beg him."
"Ronny, fuck me, please fuck me, fuck your sister, fuck your slut whore
slave sister, yes, rip my skirt, ah fuck me, rape me, ah Jesus have mercy
lord."
"I'm going to put my cock in your mouth, Ann."
"Ah."
"Right in your lovely gasping straining upside-down mouth while Ronny
fucks you."
"My hair --"
"I won't let go, I'm still going to pull your hair, just as hard, just
like this."
"Haughh!!"
"Open that mouth, Ann. Ah. Lick it too. That's it, that's a good girl,
that's my fine hurting suffering pain-loving masochistic agony-filled squirming
twisting writhing flailing kicking humping brother-fucking degraded slut of a
girl. Listen to that whimpering, that gagging, that moaning, that gasping, that
mewling. Watch how she loves it. She's coming. Ann's going to come for us. Hit
her, Ronny. Slap that breast. Swallow this, Ann. Swallow, that's it, whore,
that's it, slut, all of it. Are you coming, Ann? Are you climaxing for Ronny?"
"Ahh! Yes! I'm coming, I am, do it, hit me, whip me, rape me, I'm shit,
I'm piss, I'm a slut, I want to crawl and lick your feet and kiss the floor for
you yes do it fuck me to death kill me hurt my body I want it pull my hair
again harder please I want it I need it I love it I WANT THIS PAIN!..."
