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Made To Pleasure Them: Victorian BDSM Erotica
(Anna Austin)

When Clarence grabbed me by the waist, I let out a squeak of worry - he heaved me up and flipped me over until I was on my hands and knees. I was shaky, trembling - Harold pulled me backward by the hips until I was draped over the side of the table like a doll, exposing my holes to all of the guests.



My thighs shook with anticipation, and I heard steps behind me. I looked over my shoulder - David was gripping my thighs, his erection already free. 



"I'll be gentle. I know you've never done this before-" He insisted, and although I nodded, I was scared - what if it hurt? The fingers had been alright, but a cock was a different thing entirely - and David's was quite sizable. I braced myself, balling my hands into fists as I shut my eyes and gritted my teeth. 



I felt the wet tip of his cock pressing tentatively against my hole. He was going slowly - I could take it, surely. The head of his dick began to push inside of me, and my breathing grew labored as I tried my best to relax. Suddenly, he pulled out of me. I was worried - had I done something wrong? Was I not tight enough?



My questions were answered in a flash - David was not going to be gentle, I quickly learned. He rammed his dick all the way inside of me, without regard for my comfort. I howled in pain, feeling something inside me rip apart - I hoped I wasn't bleeding. He pulled out again, and then pushed his way back, hitting my cervix mercilessly. I was being completely ravaged, and the tears that fell from my eyes hit the wooden table without a sound.