Mabel Shot Part 2

I feel every muscle in my body stretched and completely rigid, the sensations returning, my breath dropping drastically, the shockwave returning, with his cock going in and out of my pussy harder, faster, rougher, with him not making any attempt to stop this time, on the contrary, he is more animal, uncontrollable, sliding his penis inside me, hitting the back of my ass with his balls. His ring finger stops on my clitoris and massages it in time with his cock exploding inside me, in various cadences of in and out. My shameless body, without a shred of self-love, which had become limp from the previous orgasm, responds in a luxurious way, without any virtue, only full of sin, taking me to nirvana again. My mind completely loses its senses when the orgasm explodes inside me. My mouth opens and I scream in release, my body twisting, convulsing with desperation, falling into the most pleasurable limbo as the orgasm takes over my being, making my reasoning go to zero and my muscles tighten with the discharge of energy that consumes it. I feel when his cock comes out of me, and it doesn't take long for the jets of cum to splash on my left thigh. I sigh between loud breaths and my heart palpitating, listening to the hoarse sound that comes out of his mouth, with only the head of his cock rubbing against my leg. I smile and close my eyes, my body going limp, my face falling to the side, feeling the internal texture of the box on my cheek.
I should feel ashamed, I should feel revolted, humiliated, like an animal that has been slaughtered without mercy, but the only thing I feel at that moment is peace.


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I stop standing in the bathroom and turn my back to the mirror, with my neck crooked and my head turned back, resting on my shoulder, trying to see the middle of my butt. My finger slowly touches my anus, and I feel it sore from the plug that was inside it. I let out a breath through my lips and slowly turn, facing the mirror, looking at my reflection. My swollen breasts, with sensitive nipples, bear the marks of Czar's mouth, three strong bruises on my thigh, ensuring they'll be there for a while. I don't remember how they were made.
“Hand!” I whisper, closing my eyes, recalling now his hand gripping my thigh tightly.
I open my eyes and raise my arms to tie my hair back, but my gaze gets caught on my wrists, which have new marks around them. I lower my eyes to my ankles and see they are also marked. I observe the bathtub behind me in the mirror's reflection, where I just took a bath. I think it was the first time since we started this that he didn’t want to clean me. He just helped me off the table, picking me up and carrying me to the bathroom. After he set me down in the tub, he left silently, leaving me lost, unsure if I was still being punished.
I finish tying my hair and exit the bathroom, scanning the room with my eyes. There’s one of his shirts folded at the foot of the bed, and not a sign of my clothes from yesterday. I walk over to the bed, putting it on, watching it turn into a long dress on me, almost reaching below my knees. Now, paying more attention, I observe the room where I spent the night. It is immense, bigger than my apartment, even with the large double bed in the center, near the window, a big white wardrobe in the corner fitted against the wall, and a vanity beside it, with no personal belongings. I wonder if this is a separate room for the submissives he receives; I can’t help but think that. I imagine the other women who must have slept in this bed before me. And a strange unease washes over me, one I don’t understand. Because I’ve never felt anything strange like I do now, but with every thought I have of the other visitors who have been here, the new sensation grows stronger.
Imagining him touching other women, like he does with me, giving them baths, makes me feel unhappy.
“What has this man done to you during this game?”
“Everything, everything he desired, and even what I didn’t know I wanted. I couldn’t stay away; I couldn’t bear to distance myself from him when the game ended, because my life felt completely empty…”
My mind dredges up Macro's words, making me more confused, staring at the bed. Mr. Czar gives me what I need, inducing me to pain, just like to pleasure, but when he left the bathroom, leaving me alone, I felt melancholy, a strange melancholy knowing he wouldn’t take care of me. I still don’t quite know what to think about it. At first, I found it strange behavior, letting him bathe me like I was a child, drying me off and taking care of me. But today, I didn’t feel that way when he left the bathroom; instead, I felt sad that he hadn’t done it.
Is this how I’m going to feel when the game ends? We haven’t been playing for that long; I don’t think it’s even reached a week. How can I be missing something that just days ago I never had?
“It’s going too fast,” I murmur, worried, not understanding why I missed his care.
I linger a little longer in the room, enough time to make the bed and leave to find where my clothes and bag are. But by the sunlight coming through the windows, I can almost be sure that I’ve lost track of time. Shit, I must be at least an hour late for work! I hurry down the hallway after leaving the room, clenching my fingers at my sides, looking around to see if I can find Mr. Gregovivk. I descend the stairs, and upon reaching the hall, I stretch my neck towards the library, walking toward the open door to see if he’s there. My eyes see the empty room, but before I turn away, a pair of glasses, with a half-full bottle of vodka on the side table next to the sofa, catches my attention, indicating that someone had been here drinking with him. I stand there lost, staring at them, the strong smell of tobacco still lingering in the library.
“Your coffee is ready!” I jump and turn around as soon as I hear his voice behind me.
Czar is standing there, holding a cup of coffee, looking seriously at me.
“I was looking for you.” I smile, embarrassed, and rub my chest.