"I've decided where to start," He sounded certain which had her shivering. That couldn't be a good sign. He pulled out of her and stood on the bed, his cock hard and high and wet from her. She tried to pull her thighs together but they weren't listening to her. After some effort she weakly pressed them together, knowing that when he came back to the bed he'd just open her up again. She couldn't stop him any more than she could cut zip ties with her mind. A small sob tried to work its way out of her. Don't fight, don't show weakness. Let him do what he wants and maybe it won't be so bad. Jolie tried to convince herself. Marco pulled a small metal box from one of the nightstands. He hopped back on the bed making her bounce before moving between her legs again. He opened the lid but she couldn't see what was inside the box from the angle she laid. She let her head fall back again and tried to keep the sounds of him rummaging through the box from causing her fear. Scared of a small metal box, no, she told herself. Jolie was scared of Marco.
"Here we go," He pushed legs open again and lined himself up before sliding deep inside her again. Jolie shuddered. "Are you ready, pet?"
"Yes, master," her voice seemed smaller. Was that even possible? She'd always prided herself on her voice and confidence. The warmth and depth she could convey with her words. Now she sounded broken. That scared her more than anything. She knew things could get worse. Having sex against her will was expected of the products, doing anything her owner wanted was common sense in the business. There had been stories of girls that had truly chilled her blood. The other girls had all made that laugh that said they wanted to forget but all of them had slept badly whenever they'd been told the stories. Marco must be nothing in comparison of those horrors.
"Good." He leant over her and twisted her right nipple between his fingers before holding a piercing gun on the flesh. The crack of the gun punching the needle through her sounded frighteningly loud and she sobbed at the pain. The thin rod pulsed hotly inside her nipple. Marco screwed two bulbs to either end then ran his thumb across the top of her nipple. Jolie couldn't help the jerk of her hips nor the tears that leaked from her eyes. Marco clicked something on the gun and rooted around in the box again before pumping in and out of her again. His hips rocked and his hands steadily reloaded the gun. He pinched her left nipple tight and pulled it taut before sending another rod through that nipple as well. She jolted again and tried to let the numbing heat of the piercing conquer the pain. He put down the gun and tied on the bulbs and again ran his thumb over both her nipples.
"Very good," He hummed in satisfaction. Marco gripped her breasts and leaned forward, his body worked inside her again, his cock pounded on the spot. Jolie looked against her better judgment to find him staring down at her nipples with a grin. He leant over and licked the blood. His tongue curled around the hot metals and brushed her sensitive nipple. Sucking on one nipple Marco let his fingers twirl the other rod inside her. She felt him grow harder in her pussy as he caused her pain and pleasure all the same. Jolie couldn't decide if it was a kindness or a cruelty that he fucked her as he pierced her. Marco switched nipples and Jolie closed her eyes again. The sight of him suckling her and the flash of metal in her body was arousing and disgusting. She feared Marco but couldn't deny that he was hot. His body was thin and ropy with muscles like a runner. His skin the color of caramel and his hair a dark wavy brown, Marco was the type of Hispanic man that could make a living on his looks alone. His attractiveness did not quell the uneasiness she felt in his presence.
"Almost there, pet. Look at me," Marco stared into her eyes. His eyes seemed a bit glazed over by his arousal. She tried to focus on him but knew not to look a predator in the eyes. Her fight or flight response was screaming flight. Jolie battled against herself and force herself to still for him. She knew she must make a picture. Her lips were tight against the pain and her eyes still leaked tears down her cheeks. Not to mention her body open to him, her hands pinned above her head, and her hair free around her face. Marco grinned and kissed her hard with his eyes wide open. She couldn't look away and the discomfort intensified. His hips hadn't stopped pistoning; neither had his hands stopped twirling the rods through her nipples. She felt him slam hard into her and hold there as she grunted with the pain. His thumbs brushed harshly over the sensitive peak of her nipples. His eyes never left hers. Marco pushed his tongue into her mouth and slid his lips against hers. She responded with a lick. Her head grew fuzzy when she felt him empty inside her. Her body shuddered with unwanted pleasure from the pressure he applied to her body. Jolie's muscles twitched and she realized her body had gotten off on Marco's taking of her. Marco released her abruptly and rolled to the side with himself still buried in her pussy. He pumped slowly and rubbed his chest against her. The pain in her nipples aggravated she tried to pull away but he crushed her to him. Her hands twisted painfully above her head. Jolie felt Marco's mouth latch onto her neck.
"So good, the first is always the best," Marco said into her flesh. He bit into her shoulder and Jolie flinched. Her body said it was sated and in pain. Marco's breathing evened out and she was surprised to find him slipping inside her. She much preferred it when he did his business and left as he had done previously with Master Jamal. Her mind still trying to wrap itself around Master Jamal and Master Marco, she'd heard of men with other men and women with other women but she'd never seen it as she had the other time. What threw her the most was that both men had used her body. Maybe they were bi but that seemed off somehow. Jolie knew she was trying to focus on trivial things to forget what had just happened. Her thoughts wandered to Tessa. Hopefully Tessa wasn't being played with like this. Jolie knew Tessa had never been a fan of pain, well Jolie had never been one either but it seemed her new Masters would be training her in that from now on. A pain slut, Jolie mused. She'd heard the term before but had never thought it might one day apply to her. She knew she wasn't there just yet. Her body had responded but that didn't mean she craved it, not yet, anyways. Jolie tried to relax as much as possible without causing the aches and pains to flare up again. Tessa would be okay. Tessa was resourceful. Jolie was not fully convinced as she fell into a light sleep with Marco still throbbing inside her.
To be continued...
