~ The Chamber — Twenty Hours
"Anhgh~!! M-Master~!! M-Master please— HAAIYAANGH~!!"
The sound that came out of her was not a word. It was the sound a breeding slut makes when her body has been used so thoroughly, so relentlessly, for so many hours that the brain stops producing language and starts producing raw, unfiltered noise.
Her tongue hung from her mouth — pink, wet, coated with saliva that dripped in long, unbroken strands onto the silk beneath her.
Her dark eyes were rolled so far back that only the whites showed, twin crescents of bloodshot white framing the trembling pupils. Snot ran from her nose, mixing with the tears on her upper lip, and her mouth — open, jaw slack, the lower lip trembling — produced a continuous, broken moan that rose and fell with each impact.
