She moaned softly, drawing her hands along my back, her fingertips alighting the nerves along my spine. Does a fish wonder why it swims? Xxnx “Yes?” I asked, my voice rasping with reverence. I was trapped in my position of crossed limbs, forced to take everything without resistance, unable to bend to the whims of my body, unable to expel the ecstasy that sloshed in my nethers, that boiled and roiled, and churned my insides into a mess until I was screaming against the binds, a servant of her brutality, a whore of her degradation, a slave of her sensations. She whimpered melodically, running inexperienced fingers through my hair, exploring me to find herself. At the precipice, the disfigured and repulsive Dark Queen would cackle manically, then swoop down to begin her terrible torture. You don’t have to read these next six chapters, as I will
