Zephirantes
Magistrate
Intro:
The Pussy Hole at the Nether Holes Club was unlike anything else. The black wall itself was unremarkable, a solid barrier with a clean square cutout, but the view it offered was something far more intimate. Framed perfectly within the opening was a woman's most private part—her exposed pussy, placed on display for anyone who approached the wall. It was a bold, almost voyeuristic invitation, but one that captivated the club's patrons like moths to a flame.
Behind the wall, the setup was deceptively simple, but it required a great deal of flexibility and endurance from the woman offering herself. To present her pussy through the hole, the girl had to be nimble, stretching herself to hold an awkward but incredibly revealing position. She would first sit on a low platform, carefully aligning her hips with the opening in the wall. Then, she would lean back slightly, supporting herself on her elbows or hands, legs spread wide—far wider than was natural for most people—until her thighs pressed against the edges of the cutout.
Her legs had to be splayed open almost painfully wide, ankles either resting on mounted stirrups or stretched to hold the position securely. Her hips pushed forward, presenting her exposed folds to whoever came to inspect her. Every detail of her pussy—the soft labia, the delicate inner lips, and the sensitive clit nestled beneath its hood—was laid bare. There was no room for modesty. Her intimate petals, as some would call them, were stretched open in this vulnerable pose, the lighting from above highlighting every soft curve and crevice.
The effort it took to stay in position was tremendous, muscles taut from the strain of holding her legs apart for extended periods. Her pussy became the sole focus, isolated from the rest of her body, transforming the experience into a visual and tactile exploration for those on the other side of the wall. She couldn’t see them, but she could feel everything—the touch of hands, toys, clamps, and, for the more adventurous, the electrifying sensations of pain and pleasure.
It was a display of submission and trust, requiring not only flexibility of the body but also a certain surrender of control. The girl who placed herself in the Pussy Hole was offering something beyond a mere glance—she was offering herself to be explored, used, and, for some, even tortured. And all while remaining a mystery to those who came to partake.
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PART I
Jim, Mike, and Sally, all self-proclaimed connoisseurs of the female anatomy, arrived at the Nether Holes Club with the air of seasoned professionals. They weren’t here for just any thrill—they came prepared for something far more sinister. In their bag of tricks, they carried a variety of tools designed to push the boundaries of pleasure and pain: dildos, cattle prods, clamps, scalding wax, and an assortment of needles that glimmered like shards of malice. Their target? The club’s infamous pussy hole—a mystery girl’s exposed, vulnerable sex, plastered in an opening in the wall. No one knew her identity, but rumors said she was a willing participant—a pain slut who lived for this kind of abuse.
The reserved room was dimly lit, casting long shadows on the black wall that contained the pussy hole. The trio grinned as they approached it, the square opening revealing the waiting pussy, already wet, inviting, yet completely helpless.
"Look at this pretty little thing," Jim chuckled, his voice dark and teasing. He crouched down, inspecting the exposed folds. "Soft… pink… practically begging for it."
Sally, her eyes gleaming with sadistic delight, stepped forward and ran her finger along the soft, exposed lips. "Mmm, nice and plump. Look at how the inner labia puff out, like little fuck-flaps just waiting to be tortured." She flicked at the folds, watching them twitch under her touch. "And she’s already a little wet. Think she’s excited or scared?"
Mike smirked, pulling a large, black dildo from his bag and giving it a casual wave. "Does it matter? This hole is here for one reason only—to suffer." He leaned closer, pushing the girl’s labia apart with his thumbs, exposing her even more. "Check out that clit. Tiny, but sensitive, I bet. Wanna make it dance with pain, Sally?"
Sally licked her lips, rubbing the hidden pearl gently before pinching it between her thumb and forefinger. The pussy spasmed slightly at her touch, its reaction subtle but telling.
"Oh, she’s feeling that," Sally grinned wickedly. "Just imagine the look on her face right now, hiding behind that wall while we’re out here inspecting her cunt like we own it."
Jim grabbed a pair of clamps and handed them to Sally. "Why don’t you give her clit something to remember?"
Sally happily obliged, fastening the clamp around the delicate hood and tightening it, causing the exposed pussy to convulse in pain. The clit, now trapped and tugged, swelled under the pressure. Sally pulled the clamp lightly, making the pussy squirm.
"Oh, she’s definitely feeling that," Sally purred. "How do you like that, mystery girl? I bet you’re a filthy little pain slut, huh?"
Jim, always the practical one, began warming the wax, preparing it for what came next. "Let’s give her something a bit hotter, shall we?"
He poured a thin stream of scalding wax over the girl’s exposed labia, the hot liquid causing her pussy to spasm violently, twitching in protest against the heat.
"Holy shit, look at it go!" Mike laughed, pointing at the helpless hole as it struggled against the burning wax. "She’s trying to get away, but there’s no escape for this little cunt."
Sally clapped her hands in mock delight. "Aw, does it hurt, darling? You can’t squirm your way out of this one. We’re just getting started."
Mike grabbed the large dildo, slick with lube, and pushed the head against the pussy’s entrance, stretching it wide. "Time to fill this fuck tunnel with something a bit more substantial," he grunted, slowly forcing the thick, black shaft inside. The pussy’s lips stretched obscenely around the toy, resisting at first, but then giving way as Mike pushed deeper.
"Goddamn, she’s tight!" Mike laughed, thrusting the dildo in and out with increasing speed. "Bet she’s biting her lip right now, trying not to scream."
"Or maybe she’s loving it," Jim added, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Maybe she’s a filthy pain slut who’s just been waiting for someone to fuck her raw."
Sally moved to the side, inspecting the pussy’s reaction to the dildo. The way it clenched and twitched as the toy moved in and out of it fascinated her. She pulled out the cattle prod, its metallic tip crackling with electric energy.
"You think she can take this?" Sally asked, her tone cheerful, almost playful.
Jim chuckled. "Only one way to find out."
With that, Sally pressed the cattle prod against the pussy’s exposed clit, sending a jolt of electricity coursing through it. The pussy reacted violently, clenching around the dildo, contracting and spasming uncontrollably.
"Oh, she’s feeling that!" Sally crowed, giving it another zap. "Look at her cunt dance! I bet she’s crying on the other side of that wall. Isn’t that right, mystery girl? Cry for us!"
Mike paused mid-thrust, grinning as the pussy convulsed. "Fuck, she’s going wild. Keep shocking her!"
Jim took the cattle prod from Sally and gave the pussy another jolt, the exposed lips twitching madly, contracting as if trying to escape the punishment.
"She’s a tough one," Jim remarked. "But let’s see how she handles this."
From his bag, Jim pulled out a set of needles. Each one was thin, sharp, and glinted menacingly in the dim light.
"You’re not seriously going to—" Sally started, her voice filled with giddy excitement.
"Oh, I am," Jim replied, holding up a needle with a sadistic grin. "Let’s see how she likes a little… piercing."
With careful precision, Jim positioned the needle against the clit, then slowly pushed it through the sensitive flesh. The pussy jerked violently, twitching and spasming in pure agony as Jim drove the needle in.
"Jesus, did you see that? She’s trying to rip herself off the wall!" Mike laughed, slapping his knee. "Too bad she’s stuck there. Nothing but a cunt waiting for torture!"
Sally clapped her hands like a child at a birthday party. "She’s really feeling that one. God, she must be in so much pain right now. I bet her pussy’s on fire!"
Jim wasn’t done. He took another needle and began piercing the labia, sliding the sharp steel through the delicate folds. Each new needle caused the pussy to spasm and clench tighter around the dildo still lodged deep inside.
"There we go, all nice and decorated," Jim said with a smirk. "You’re looking beautiful, mystery girl. Too bad we can’t see your face while we ruin your pussy."
Sally stepped forward again, tugging on the needles to make the pussy writhe in fresh agony. "You must be loving this, aren’t you, you filthy pain slut? What kind of girl signs up for this unless she’s a total masochist? You’re probably soaking wet right now, aren’t you?"
The pussy twitched in response, but there was no escape from the relentless torture.
"Let’s give her a little break," Mike said, pulling the dildo out with a wet pop. "I’m sure she’s got plenty more to give."
Jim leaned close to the pussy, his breath hot against the sensitive folds. "Don’t worry, sweetheart. We’re not done with you yet. We’re just getting started. And by the time we’re through, you’ll be begging for more."
The three of them laughed, their sadistic amusement filling the room as they prepared for the next round of torment, knowing full well the girl behind the wall could do nothing but endure it all in silence...
As the pussy twitched and spasmed from the relentless onslaught, Jim, Mike, and Sally took a moment to admire their handiwork. The girl's delicate folds were now adorned with glimmering needles, her labia pulled and pierced, and her clit… well, her clit had become their favorite target. The piercing needle that Jim had driven through it was now their conduit for even more sadistic torment.
"Holy shit, she's dripping!" Mike said with a wicked grin, running his fingers over the glistening folds. "Look at this, guys. She’s getting off on this! Can you believe it?"
Sally leaned in closer, giggling as she tugged gently on one of the needles embedded in the girl's labia. "I knew it! She's a fucking masochist! Pain makes her pussy wetter!" She flicked at the swollen clit, watching the reaction with amusement. "You love it, don’t you, you filthy pain slut? Your cunt’s so wet, I bet you're dying for more!"
Jim, always the methodical one, gave the cattle prod a little flick, testing its charge before pressing it against the clit piercing. "Well, if she’s begging for more, we’re not gonna disappoint her, right?" He pressed the button, and the jolt of electricity shot through the piercing, causing the entire pussy to convulse violently. The contractions around the black dildo were so intense that it almost popped out of her.
"Oh fuck, did you see that?!" Mike burst out laughing, gripping the dildo and shoving it back in with a brutal thrust. "Her pussy's trying to swallow this thing whole! She's loving the fucking pain!"
Sally, her eyes wide with sadistic glee, took over the cattle prod. "Let’s really make her sing," she said cheerfully, zapping the clit again and again, the electric shocks sending ripples through the tortured pussy. "Come on, girl! Give us a show! Let that cunt of yours dance!"
Each time the prod made contact, the mystery girl's pussy would clench and spasm, writhing in agony and arousal. The three friends watched in awe, their laughter filling the room as the girl's suffering unfolded before them.
"Look at her go!" Jim chuckled, pushing the dildo deeper into the sopping wet tunnel. "She’s on fire! I bet she’s losing her fucking mind on the other side of that wall!"
Sally leaned in close, whispering mockingly to the helpless girl behind the wall. "Are you crying yet, sweetheart? Or maybe you’re cumming? You’ve got this whole room soaked with your slutty juices. You must really be enjoying yourself back there." She gave the clit another zap, watching the needle tremble as the pussy convulsed again.
Mike, his eyes gleaming with sadistic excitement, began thrusting the dildo even harder, each pump sending wet, squelching sounds through the room. "This bitch is gonna explode! Her cunt's so fucking wet, it’s like she’s cumming non-stop!" He grinned at Jim and Sally. "Think we can make her squirt?"
Jim laughed darkly, taking hold of the clamps they had earlier attached to the labia. He pulled on them sharply, causing the pussy to stretch wide as Mike continued to drive the dildo in and out. "If she’s not squirting yet, she sure as hell will be by the time we’re done with her." He looked at Sally, who was still gleefully electrocuting the poor girl’s clit. "Give her another one, Sally. Let’s see if we can push her over the edge."
Sally nodded enthusiastically and hit the button on the cattle prod once more. The shock sent another jolt straight through the clit, causing the pussy to jerk violently around the dildo.
"Oh, fuck yeah!" Mike shouted, barely able to keep the dildo inside as the girl's pussy clamped down hard in response. "She’s losing it! I think she’s gonna fucking cum!"
Sally, giggling maniacally, leaned in and licked her lips. "Do it, you little pain slut! Cum for us! Let your pussy gush all over this big, black dildo!"
Jim pulled on the clamps again, stretching the labia even further as he watched the tortured pussy struggle under the relentless abuse. "Come on, you can do it. Show us what a filthy little pain slut you are. Give us a good, messy fucking orgasm!"
With one final zap to the clit, the mystery girl’s pussy spasmed uncontrollably, contracting around the dildo with such intensity that Mike had to brace himself to keep it in place. A gush of wetness sprayed from the hole, coating the floor and splattering the legs of the three sadistic friends.
"Holy shit, she squirted!" Mike laughed, pulling the dildo out to watch the pussy clench and release in its final, helpless throes. "Goddamn, that was fucking beautiful!"
Sally wiped her hand across the wet folds, admiring the slickness. "Looks like we really got to her, huh? Bet she’s back there gasping for air, completely fucking wrecked." She gave the clit one last flick, watching it twitch in the aftermath of the torture. "Good girl. You gave us a hell of a show."
Jim stood back, admiring the soaked, trembling pussy still impaled with needles. "Well, that was fun. Think she’ll be back for more?"
Mike grinned, giving the twitching labia a playful slap. "Oh, you know she will. A pussy like this? She craves it. Pain slut through and through."
Sally laughed, pulling the last needle from the labia with a quick yank. "Guess we’ll just have to come back next week and see, won’t we?"
The Pussy Hole at the Nether Holes Club was unlike anything else. The black wall itself was unremarkable, a solid barrier with a clean square cutout, but the view it offered was something far more intimate. Framed perfectly within the opening was a woman's most private part—her exposed pussy, placed on display for anyone who approached the wall. It was a bold, almost voyeuristic invitation, but one that captivated the club's patrons like moths to a flame.
Behind the wall, the setup was deceptively simple, but it required a great deal of flexibility and endurance from the woman offering herself. To present her pussy through the hole, the girl had to be nimble, stretching herself to hold an awkward but incredibly revealing position. She would first sit on a low platform, carefully aligning her hips with the opening in the wall. Then, she would lean back slightly, supporting herself on her elbows or hands, legs spread wide—far wider than was natural for most people—until her thighs pressed against the edges of the cutout.
Her legs had to be splayed open almost painfully wide, ankles either resting on mounted stirrups or stretched to hold the position securely. Her hips pushed forward, presenting her exposed folds to whoever came to inspect her. Every detail of her pussy—the soft labia, the delicate inner lips, and the sensitive clit nestled beneath its hood—was laid bare. There was no room for modesty. Her intimate petals, as some would call them, were stretched open in this vulnerable pose, the lighting from above highlighting every soft curve and crevice.
The effort it took to stay in position was tremendous, muscles taut from the strain of holding her legs apart for extended periods. Her pussy became the sole focus, isolated from the rest of her body, transforming the experience into a visual and tactile exploration for those on the other side of the wall. She couldn’t see them, but she could feel everything—the touch of hands, toys, clamps, and, for the more adventurous, the electrifying sensations of pain and pleasure.
It was a display of submission and trust, requiring not only flexibility of the body but also a certain surrender of control. The girl who placed herself in the Pussy Hole was offering something beyond a mere glance—she was offering herself to be explored, used, and, for some, even tortured. And all while remaining a mystery to those who came to partake.
- - -
PART I
Jim, Mike, and Sally, all self-proclaimed connoisseurs of the female anatomy, arrived at the Nether Holes Club with the air of seasoned professionals. They weren’t here for just any thrill—they came prepared for something far more sinister. In their bag of tricks, they carried a variety of tools designed to push the boundaries of pleasure and pain: dildos, cattle prods, clamps, scalding wax, and an assortment of needles that glimmered like shards of malice. Their target? The club’s infamous pussy hole—a mystery girl’s exposed, vulnerable sex, plastered in an opening in the wall. No one knew her identity, but rumors said she was a willing participant—a pain slut who lived for this kind of abuse.
The reserved room was dimly lit, casting long shadows on the black wall that contained the pussy hole. The trio grinned as they approached it, the square opening revealing the waiting pussy, already wet, inviting, yet completely helpless.
"Look at this pretty little thing," Jim chuckled, his voice dark and teasing. He crouched down, inspecting the exposed folds. "Soft… pink… practically begging for it."
Sally, her eyes gleaming with sadistic delight, stepped forward and ran her finger along the soft, exposed lips. "Mmm, nice and plump. Look at how the inner labia puff out, like little fuck-flaps just waiting to be tortured." She flicked at the folds, watching them twitch under her touch. "And she’s already a little wet. Think she’s excited or scared?"
Mike smirked, pulling a large, black dildo from his bag and giving it a casual wave. "Does it matter? This hole is here for one reason only—to suffer." He leaned closer, pushing the girl’s labia apart with his thumbs, exposing her even more. "Check out that clit. Tiny, but sensitive, I bet. Wanna make it dance with pain, Sally?"
Sally licked her lips, rubbing the hidden pearl gently before pinching it between her thumb and forefinger. The pussy spasmed slightly at her touch, its reaction subtle but telling.
"Oh, she’s feeling that," Sally grinned wickedly. "Just imagine the look on her face right now, hiding behind that wall while we’re out here inspecting her cunt like we own it."
Jim grabbed a pair of clamps and handed them to Sally. "Why don’t you give her clit something to remember?"
Sally happily obliged, fastening the clamp around the delicate hood and tightening it, causing the exposed pussy to convulse in pain. The clit, now trapped and tugged, swelled under the pressure. Sally pulled the clamp lightly, making the pussy squirm.
"Oh, she’s definitely feeling that," Sally purred. "How do you like that, mystery girl? I bet you’re a filthy little pain slut, huh?"
Jim, always the practical one, began warming the wax, preparing it for what came next. "Let’s give her something a bit hotter, shall we?"
He poured a thin stream of scalding wax over the girl’s exposed labia, the hot liquid causing her pussy to spasm violently, twitching in protest against the heat.
"Holy shit, look at it go!" Mike laughed, pointing at the helpless hole as it struggled against the burning wax. "She’s trying to get away, but there’s no escape for this little cunt."
Sally clapped her hands in mock delight. "Aw, does it hurt, darling? You can’t squirm your way out of this one. We’re just getting started."
Mike grabbed the large dildo, slick with lube, and pushed the head against the pussy’s entrance, stretching it wide. "Time to fill this fuck tunnel with something a bit more substantial," he grunted, slowly forcing the thick, black shaft inside. The pussy’s lips stretched obscenely around the toy, resisting at first, but then giving way as Mike pushed deeper.
"Goddamn, she’s tight!" Mike laughed, thrusting the dildo in and out with increasing speed. "Bet she’s biting her lip right now, trying not to scream."
"Or maybe she’s loving it," Jim added, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Maybe she’s a filthy pain slut who’s just been waiting for someone to fuck her raw."
Sally moved to the side, inspecting the pussy’s reaction to the dildo. The way it clenched and twitched as the toy moved in and out of it fascinated her. She pulled out the cattle prod, its metallic tip crackling with electric energy.
"You think she can take this?" Sally asked, her tone cheerful, almost playful.
Jim chuckled. "Only one way to find out."
With that, Sally pressed the cattle prod against the pussy’s exposed clit, sending a jolt of electricity coursing through it. The pussy reacted violently, clenching around the dildo, contracting and spasming uncontrollably.
"Oh, she’s feeling that!" Sally crowed, giving it another zap. "Look at her cunt dance! I bet she’s crying on the other side of that wall. Isn’t that right, mystery girl? Cry for us!"
Mike paused mid-thrust, grinning as the pussy convulsed. "Fuck, she’s going wild. Keep shocking her!"
Jim took the cattle prod from Sally and gave the pussy another jolt, the exposed lips twitching madly, contracting as if trying to escape the punishment.
"She’s a tough one," Jim remarked. "But let’s see how she handles this."
From his bag, Jim pulled out a set of needles. Each one was thin, sharp, and glinted menacingly in the dim light.
"You’re not seriously going to—" Sally started, her voice filled with giddy excitement.
"Oh, I am," Jim replied, holding up a needle with a sadistic grin. "Let’s see how she likes a little… piercing."
With careful precision, Jim positioned the needle against the clit, then slowly pushed it through the sensitive flesh. The pussy jerked violently, twitching and spasming in pure agony as Jim drove the needle in.
"Jesus, did you see that? She’s trying to rip herself off the wall!" Mike laughed, slapping his knee. "Too bad she’s stuck there. Nothing but a cunt waiting for torture!"
Sally clapped her hands like a child at a birthday party. "She’s really feeling that one. God, she must be in so much pain right now. I bet her pussy’s on fire!"
Jim wasn’t done. He took another needle and began piercing the labia, sliding the sharp steel through the delicate folds. Each new needle caused the pussy to spasm and clench tighter around the dildo still lodged deep inside.
"There we go, all nice and decorated," Jim said with a smirk. "You’re looking beautiful, mystery girl. Too bad we can’t see your face while we ruin your pussy."
Sally stepped forward again, tugging on the needles to make the pussy writhe in fresh agony. "You must be loving this, aren’t you, you filthy pain slut? What kind of girl signs up for this unless she’s a total masochist? You’re probably soaking wet right now, aren’t you?"
The pussy twitched in response, but there was no escape from the relentless torture.
"Let’s give her a little break," Mike said, pulling the dildo out with a wet pop. "I’m sure she’s got plenty more to give."
Jim leaned close to the pussy, his breath hot against the sensitive folds. "Don’t worry, sweetheart. We’re not done with you yet. We’re just getting started. And by the time we’re through, you’ll be begging for more."
The three of them laughed, their sadistic amusement filling the room as they prepared for the next round of torment, knowing full well the girl behind the wall could do nothing but endure it all in silence...
As the pussy twitched and spasmed from the relentless onslaught, Jim, Mike, and Sally took a moment to admire their handiwork. The girl's delicate folds were now adorned with glimmering needles, her labia pulled and pierced, and her clit… well, her clit had become their favorite target. The piercing needle that Jim had driven through it was now their conduit for even more sadistic torment.
"Holy shit, she's dripping!" Mike said with a wicked grin, running his fingers over the glistening folds. "Look at this, guys. She’s getting off on this! Can you believe it?"
Sally leaned in closer, giggling as she tugged gently on one of the needles embedded in the girl's labia. "I knew it! She's a fucking masochist! Pain makes her pussy wetter!" She flicked at the swollen clit, watching the reaction with amusement. "You love it, don’t you, you filthy pain slut? Your cunt’s so wet, I bet you're dying for more!"
Jim, always the methodical one, gave the cattle prod a little flick, testing its charge before pressing it against the clit piercing. "Well, if she’s begging for more, we’re not gonna disappoint her, right?" He pressed the button, and the jolt of electricity shot through the piercing, causing the entire pussy to convulse violently. The contractions around the black dildo were so intense that it almost popped out of her.
"Oh fuck, did you see that?!" Mike burst out laughing, gripping the dildo and shoving it back in with a brutal thrust. "Her pussy's trying to swallow this thing whole! She's loving the fucking pain!"
Sally, her eyes wide with sadistic glee, took over the cattle prod. "Let’s really make her sing," she said cheerfully, zapping the clit again and again, the electric shocks sending ripples through the tortured pussy. "Come on, girl! Give us a show! Let that cunt of yours dance!"
Each time the prod made contact, the mystery girl's pussy would clench and spasm, writhing in agony and arousal. The three friends watched in awe, their laughter filling the room as the girl's suffering unfolded before them.
"Look at her go!" Jim chuckled, pushing the dildo deeper into the sopping wet tunnel. "She’s on fire! I bet she’s losing her fucking mind on the other side of that wall!"
Sally leaned in close, whispering mockingly to the helpless girl behind the wall. "Are you crying yet, sweetheart? Or maybe you’re cumming? You’ve got this whole room soaked with your slutty juices. You must really be enjoying yourself back there." She gave the clit another zap, watching the needle tremble as the pussy convulsed again.
Mike, his eyes gleaming with sadistic excitement, began thrusting the dildo even harder, each pump sending wet, squelching sounds through the room. "This bitch is gonna explode! Her cunt's so fucking wet, it’s like she’s cumming non-stop!" He grinned at Jim and Sally. "Think we can make her squirt?"
Jim laughed darkly, taking hold of the clamps they had earlier attached to the labia. He pulled on them sharply, causing the pussy to stretch wide as Mike continued to drive the dildo in and out. "If she’s not squirting yet, she sure as hell will be by the time we’re done with her." He looked at Sally, who was still gleefully electrocuting the poor girl’s clit. "Give her another one, Sally. Let’s see if we can push her over the edge."
Sally nodded enthusiastically and hit the button on the cattle prod once more. The shock sent another jolt straight through the clit, causing the pussy to jerk violently around the dildo.
"Oh, fuck yeah!" Mike shouted, barely able to keep the dildo inside as the girl's pussy clamped down hard in response. "She’s losing it! I think she’s gonna fucking cum!"
Sally, giggling maniacally, leaned in and licked her lips. "Do it, you little pain slut! Cum for us! Let your pussy gush all over this big, black dildo!"
Jim pulled on the clamps again, stretching the labia even further as he watched the tortured pussy struggle under the relentless abuse. "Come on, you can do it. Show us what a filthy little pain slut you are. Give us a good, messy fucking orgasm!"
With one final zap to the clit, the mystery girl’s pussy spasmed uncontrollably, contracting around the dildo with such intensity that Mike had to brace himself to keep it in place. A gush of wetness sprayed from the hole, coating the floor and splattering the legs of the three sadistic friends.
"Holy shit, she squirted!" Mike laughed, pulling the dildo out to watch the pussy clench and release in its final, helpless throes. "Goddamn, that was fucking beautiful!"
Sally wiped her hand across the wet folds, admiring the slickness. "Looks like we really got to her, huh? Bet she’s back there gasping for air, completely fucking wrecked." She gave the clit one last flick, watching it twitch in the aftermath of the torture. "Good girl. You gave us a hell of a show."
Jim stood back, admiring the soaked, trembling pussy still impaled with needles. "Well, that was fun. Think she’ll be back for more?"
Mike grinned, giving the twitching labia a playful slap. "Oh, you know she will. A pussy like this? She craves it. Pain slut through and through."
Sally laughed, pulling the last needle from the labia with a quick yank. "Guess we’ll just have to come back next week and see, won’t we?"
