The World Is Mine For The Taking-Chapter 1220 - 188 - The Perverted Witch (3)

Master’s cock plunged deep into my throat, forcing its way in until there was nowhere else for it to go. It felt really deliberate, like he wanted my throat to remember the exact shape of him, to burn the sensation into muscle memory, and to make sure my body never forgot what it was like to be filled this way. The pressure was intense, overwhelming, and almost suffocating—like he was testing how far he could push me before I broke.

And somehow... it felt really good.

The irony of it wasn’t lost on me, even through the haze. If my hands hadn’t been bound tightly behind my back, wrists aching from the restraint, I knew I would’ve already been touching myself. Hell, I probably would’ve been a desperate mess by now, fingers slick, with me chasing that pleasure without even pretending to have shame.

But Master was punishing me.

And punishments came with rules.

Being prevented from doing something so unsightly, so openly desperate, felt only natural. Almost appropriate, even. If anything, it made the sensation worse in the best possible way. Like denying a reflex just to see how badly the body wanted it anyway.

In essence, this was how things were supposed to be.

My eyes burned as tears welled up, blurring everything behind the blindfold. Each thrust sent a ripple through my body, and deep below, I could feel an orgasm building, trying to force its way out of my already wet and sloppy vagina. It was cruel how my body reacted so eagerly and how it betrayed me without hesitation.

My thoughts started slipping and tangling together, as if someone had taken my brain and shaken it like a snow globe. Dopamine flooded my system, and it was really warm and suffocating, turning my thoughts into mush. Forming complete sentences felt like work. Thinking at all felt optional.

I already knew I was addicted to masturbation. Or maybe orgasms in general. At some point, the line blurred so badly it stopped mattering. But I hadn’t expected it to get worse like this.

It felt like I was brushing up against something dangerously close to happiness.

And that alone was terrifying.

Was this what happiness felt like?

"You seem to be enjoying this more than I expected," Master said.

His voice cut through the fog. It was cold, calm, almost bored. But there was a cruel undertone hiding beneath it, sharp enough to make my skin prickle. That tone made my stomach twist and my nerves scream, and somehow, that only made it better.

My body reacted before my mind could. A shiver ran through me.

My mouth made wet, obscene gurgling sounds as he continued to fuck it with his cock, with each of his movement unhurried and deliberate. I could feel my throat bulge every time he pushed deeper, the tip of his head pressing insistently against my esophagus like it was daring me to choke.

Saliva pooled at the corners of my mouth, bubbling uselessly as friction built. It was messy, humiliating, and completely beyond my control. My jaw ached, my throat burned, and still my body welcomed every second of it like a traitor.

Then, without warning, he pulled out.

The sudden absence made my head spin. A swollen bubble of spit escaped my lips before popping, warm and sticky. Thin strings of saliva—still clinging stubbornly to his cock—stretched and snapped one by one, like the universe casually reminding me how pathetic I looked.

It felt natural. Everything about this did.

Before I could even process the loss, I felt him move closer. His presence loomed over me, until it felt like his shadow swallowed me whole. I couldn’t see it, obviously, but I felt the pressure, heat, and his dominance pressing down from every direction.

My body reacted instantly.

My vagina clenched and twitched on its own, releasing a fresh rush of wetness without permission. If my body had a mind of its own, it was clearly not loyal to me anymore.

"Nnhhh..."

The sound slipped out before I could stop it.

The heat of his cock pressed against my slit, and it was very thick and insistent. I felt his hardness slide along my lips, teasing, testing, as my lower lips instinctively parted, already preparing for what was coming. There was no hesitation and no resistance at all. My body had already made its decision.

I took a deep breath, steadying myself.

Then Master grabbed the back of my head, fingers tight in my hair, using it as leverage as he pushed himself into me.

"Nghhhhhh—nghhhhhhhh!? Aaaaaaahhhh... that feels so good...!"

The pleasure hit me instantly, and it was very sharp and overwhelming. My mouth fell open in a silent cry as the sensation exploded through my body. Being penetrated like this, after not being penetrated for so long, felt almost unreal. It was like my nerves had been waiting and dormant, just for him.

My vagina opened for him without even pretending to resist.

Resisting Master would’ve been foolish anyway. At this point, there was no sense lying to myself. This was what I wanted. What I had wanted for longer than I was willing to admit.

"Aaahh, Master... it feels so good... aaahnnghh, aaaahhh...!"

My thoughts dissolved completely as his massive, incredible male genitals pressed deeper and deeper, filling me to the absolute limit. He reached the very base, and I knew—knew—that if my body allowed it, he would’ve kept going without mercy.

The flesh around his huge penis yielded, stretched, overwhelmed by sensation. My legs trembled, my hips betrayed me, and I found myself melting around him, every nerve screaming and singing at the same time.

The position only made it worse.

My legs were spread, my body open and exposed, and the sheer degradation of it sent my head spinning. It was humiliating. It was intoxicating. And for the first time in my life, I realized how deeply I craved that feeling.

If not for Master, I never would’ve experienced this.

Not once. Not ever.

"Aaahnnghh... ahhh... ahh... aaaahhh...!"

My mind went completely blank, replaced by nothing but sensation. My mouth hung open as moans poured out unchecked, one after another, stripped of meaning or restraint.

Master kept fucking my pussy, like he had all the time in the world and intended to use every second of it.

Then, suddenly, he pulled out.

The loss made my body tense, a sharp pang of disappointment flaring before I could stop it. I wanted to complain—wanted to say something, anything—but the thought barely formed before I swallowed it down.

Because the moment he withdrew, he moved somewhere I never expected him to use.

My dirtiest hole.

"Aaaahhhh!? Aaahhh, M-Master, that’s—hnghhh!?"

The shock ripped the breath from my lungs. I couldn’t see his expression behind the blindfold, but I could practically feel a devilish smirk as he relished the way a dirty bitch like me was being fucked hard in her anus.

It burned. It stretched. It shouldn’t have felt good.

And yet...

"Nnnghh... aaaahhhh...! Even though it’s my butt... even though it’s not supposed to go there... it feels so good, I don’t care anymore! Aaaaahhh...!"

Both of my holes were completely dominated now.

There was no escape left to consider. There was no illusions to cling to.

My body had already surrendered.

And my soul wasn’t far behind.