Breaking Bad...

Breaking Bad,

or

The Madness of Lust Knows No Bounds Today!

Good night, Tatka... Or even Jenny? Actually, it doesn't matter: tonight is our boundless night, when you can allow yourself to be one in two faces.

Although, actually, why did you decide you could allow or not allow yourself anything? Everything that happens tonight will occur solely by my will, which you will obediently follow. So, I permit and even prescribe it for you. I, Mickey, your master and lord.

Tonight we are going beyond the possible, beyond the edge of reality, to test the limits of your sexual abilities.

To test, expand, and surpass. You want this. You begged me to lead you down the untrodden paths of vice: unbridled, indecent, and desperate. You begged, pleaded day after day, month after month—and tonight your master has granted your wish. But first, about safety measures: sorry, but we can't do without them. You can talk all you want about your boundless trust, but I myself am not yet ready to trust your words. I need to know that the "off" button is always at your fingertips.

So: at any moment, if what's happening seems unbearable to you, you say the magic words:

— Stop, red!

And our session ends there, and Tatka and Mickey return to their original state safe and sound.

Now the second: if you are approaching the limit of endurance but don't want to stop, only asking to temper the ardor a bit, you say to me:

— Mishenka, have mercy!

And I, without exiting the situation, slightly reduce the intensity of my actions. Accordingly, outside of this magic stop-spell, addressing me as "Mishenka" is forbidden. Michael, Mickey, my Lord, Master... Anything, but not Mishenka.

And lastly: tonight I will do the most unthinkable things to you and with you, indecent things that leave indelible marks... But all of this—only within the space of our imagination. And at the very end, when I order you to return to reality, all the violations of your body and soul will remain only in the past and in memory, and you will return back as whole and untouched as you entered. So don't be afraid.

Ready? Well then, let's go.

You've been here once before. Shall I remind you?

"Yeah... Jenny couldn't have imagined such a thing even in her most unbridled erotic dreams, despite being a curious and in many ways educated girl. But truly, there is no limit to human fantasy that has stepped onto the path of vice!

In the spacious halls, on countless shelves and stands, was gathered almost everything people have invented to gratify their own lust. Even the simplest dildos, or phallus imitators, which opened the first hall. An elementary thing, it seemed—but here they were of every color and size, from sticks thinner than a pencil to huge shafts you could barely grasp with two palms. As long as a finger—and as long as an elbow. Rubber, plastic, metal, glass. Hard and springy, smooth and, conversely, covered in bumps, serrations, and spikes. Straight as a rod, curved like a real male organ, and specially hooked at the end to reach the famous G-spot. The secret center of female pleasure on the front wall of the vagina.

Artificial members for the vagina, anus, and even—something Jane couldn't even imagine—for the hole from which a woman pees! It turns out there were also enthusiasts for inserting things into their urethra: photos and even videos of such lascivious procedures were displayed and playing right there.

The girl was especially intrigued by inflatable members, which could be inserted into either of the two holes... Although why only two, into the mouth as well—and then inflated as much as desired, literally stretching the woman or man from within. Jane never lacked imagination and immediately vividly pictured this to herself, involuntarily reaching a hand between her legs... For which she promptly received a tangible slap on the hand from her guide."

Yes, girl, that's how it was last time. Remember? Vibrators, whips, self-pleasure machines... But tonight, even that is not enough for us. Although to start, we should prepare you...

You are completely naked... Actually, not quite yet, but we'll get to that a bit later. For now, it's enough that you have no clothes on, and your pubic area and armpits are carefully shaved. You are utterly defenseless and open to my power as you lie down on the high pedestal in the center of the hall. And I begin to rub your body with a mysterious golden-yellow ointment. A strange smell, mixing the aromas of musk, bergamot, something else spicy and unfamiliar...

— This is jojoba oil, — the Master comments casually, continuing to rub the ointment into your body with light touches. From bottom to top: toes, thighs, and now the strong male hands approach the very pussy. — It will make your body more pliable...

Yeah, really. When the Lord's fingers enter deep, they meet not the slightest resistance. And they continue their relentless invasion with the confident and insolent stride of a conqueror, screwing deeper and spreading your lustful hole wider. Three fingers, four, and—

— Oh!

You can't hold back a shocked exclamation when you realize, feel the Master's entire hand inside you. And you come immediately.

— Such are the properties of my ointment, girl!

Indeed, the skin on your legs tingles slightly and trembles with desire and arousal. You want it more and more, and you come again, discovering that my fingers, and then my whole palm, have already captured your ass and are now working there—screwing in, massaging the walls of the tight elastic passage, bringing you to unimaginable pleasure...

— Yes, girl, tonight you will come again and again, non-stop—such are the healing properties of my ointment. But later, when I forbid you to come—that's when you will fully experience the sweet torments of submission to your master. But for now...

My fingers continue their upward journey, leaving both lower caves of your lustful and depraved body in bewilderment and agonizing emptiness.

— But, master, what about?

— Nothing, you'll endure for now. Although, actually...

And immediately a huge and incredibly thick artificial member plugs your vagina, dripping with desire... No, now it's a cunt, you can't call it otherwise, so shamelessly is it gaping wide open, accepting an artificial phallus six centimeters thick, if not all eight: transparent, springy, trembling in your depths. In a normal setting, without the ointment, this toy would tear you in half. And if not this one—then the next one, just as big, that just entered your ass. And when both start moving, pressing against the thin partition—you are finally sent into a double hysterical orgasm.

Meanwhile, the Lord's fingers move ever higher, tracing the sensual flat stomach, then kneading the swollen, engorged breasts one by one. Your nipples react to the tingling ointment with another orgasmic surge, your whole body is already shaking in continuous pleasure...

But the imperious masseur only chuckles:

— This is just preparation, dear. You want more, don't you?

— Yes, yes, I want, — Jenny screams in utter frenzy. — I agree to anything, my Lord, just to give you pleasure, just for you to feel good and pleased with me!

— Really, to anything? — Michael asks incredulously, pulling the huge dildo out of the insatiable, lewd cunt, then lets out a summoning whistle.

— Charlie, to me!

And you see with horror and delight as a huge dog runs into the room. A Doberman of a noble grayish color. A male, of course. And with a bright red member at the ready.

— Oh god, no!!!

— Too late, father, it's already in— Michael answers with a laugh, quoting a well-known joke, firmly covering your mouth with his palm. And Jenny helplessly and submissively feels the trained dog habitually stand on its hind legs and drive its bright red tool right into her cunt, after which it swells inside with the classic knot.

— What a damn dog's dick, — suppressed swearing escapes your lips.

It really is a dick, and really a dog's, no arguing.

— Ugh, you stud, I'll kill you! — you scream at the top of your lungs, breaking into the peak of unexpected, unwanted, but therefore even sharper pleasure.

Yeah, girl, you turned out to be as depraved and wicked as you couldn't have imagined even half an hour ago.

— But you, Jenny, like it! — you comment to yourself, and it's hard to say what's more in these words: contempt or admiration. — And even among countesses and duchesses of Victorian England, such a variant of love for our smaller brothers was an extremely common affair. And what am I, not a princess?

Meanwhile, the dog was hurriedly doing its canine business, fortunately not only trained for such services to gentle ladies but also well-prepared: someone had carefully bandaged its front paws so the sharp claws wouldn't dare scratch the maiden's skin. Nimbly and quickly covering that luxurious bitch of the human breed that its master had gifted it today. It hissed, half-barked quietly, and tirelessly moved back and forth with the speed of a sewing machine... Until, finally, it came inside Jenny right in the cunt, then crawled aside, snorting smugly.

Leaving the girl alone with her fourth "canine" orgasm so far. What a delightful sensation it was—to feel yourself fallen lower than the lowest and thereby ascend to the heights of depravity!

A dirty, cheap alley whore—that's probably how you look now in your Master's eyes? But no, his gaze, on the contrary, is filled with genuine admiration. Then a familiar sly glint flashes in the Lord's eyes, heralding a new surprise. And indeed: at his playful call "Girls, over here," two young women obediently run into the hall, as different as day and night. If the petite brunette with slanted eyes and barely hinted breasts seemed to have stepped out of the pages of some Japanese comic in the "anime" style, then the tall blonde with terrifying silicone breasts of probably the ninth size is more suited for American porn under the motto "I'll teach you, boy, to jerk off on the other side of the screen." Both help Jenny get off that "butcher's table" on which she was just fucked in the most indecent way, and practically carry her in their arms to the shower stall, managing only to introduce themselves with a practiced, sensual smile on the way:

— My name is Lin!

— And I'm Melanie.

And now both women begin to gently wash the bewildered and barely comprehending Jenny with four hands, not forgetting now and then to stroke her in the most sensitive female places: behind the ear, in the crook of the elbow, inside the thigh, the breast nipples—how could they not!—but above all the two already thoroughly processed and wrecked holes that her pussy and asshole have become.

The girl never considered herself even remotely lesbian and until today couldn't imagine she would be the object of female caresses and female desire, but look at that! It turned out she liked it incredibly. And when gentle and cautious girlish hands inserted a small shower head right into her pussy—one spreading the plump lower lips, and the other screwing this nickel-and-chrome-plated hemisphere into you... That in itself was unexpected and unusual ("God, am I really capable of such a thing? And it doesn't even hurt!"). But when Lin once again latched onto little Jenny's left breast, and Melanie decisively turned on the tap with a sharp motion—that's when the submissive and seemingly fucked-to-exhaustion girl was turned inside out in a full-blown orgasm.

One thing is when male sperm splashes right into your cervix. Or even a generous, pungent stream of the notorious "golden shower"—the obedient maid periodically had to serve as a small private urinal for her lord, and it's not like she didn't enjoy it. But now, when an elastic, warm stream hit the secret depths of her femininity with furious force like the Bakhchisaray fountain—it turned out to be an immeasurable, indescribable pleasure. And Jenny, her orgasmic highness, ascended again and again to the heights of pleasure...

You probably lost consciousness for a moment that lasted longer than eternity. Because the next instant you find yourself back on the bed-pedestal. And your obedient ladies-in-waiting, the little white girl and the little Asian, stand on either side, tensely awaiting the decision of His Imperial Majesty.

— Well then, not bad, — I remark condescendingly. — You may prepare the bride for the marriage bed. Although...

And again, a sly squint appears in Michael's eyes.

— Oh yes, you're not yet fully undressed to start dressing you!

"Not fully? — Jenny's inner voice is full of bewilderment and even offense. — But I'm not wearing anything anymore, I'm absolutely naked before you, my Lord."

— No, not all of you! I want to see you naked where I've never seen you before!

With these words, Michael affectionately ruffles Jenny's head, tousling the black-and-red strands of carefully trimmed hair, and suddenly...

Oh horror! The whole mane, like a wig or even a boiled potato peel, slides off in an instant and flies down to the floor, leaving the submissive girl with a shamelessly exposed skull.

At first, she felt as if scalded by boiling water. And even more—as if her skin had been flayed alive, so painful and dreadful was the sensation of her own defenselessness and helplessness. But then her gaze fell on the Master...

Jenny couldn't even imagine how much the sight of a woman shaved bald excited Michael. This was the ultimate, mind-blowing. Her man's member instantly soared to the heavens and swelled almost twice its size, its color becoming like an ember smoldering in a fire. At least that's how it seemed to Jenny, barely coming to her senses, though some highly scientific spectrometer might have had a different opinion. Meanwhile, the two newly acquired chambermaids briskly and nimbly dressed the newly emerged bride in high-heeled shoes, sheer white stockings with old-fashioned ruffled garters, similarly long, elbow-length gloves—and an equally sheer veil, thanks to which the nakedness of her skull no longer felt so agonizing. Though she herself knew. And he knew. And she knew that he knew...

And now the thighs of the buxom blonde Melanie close over the thrown-back head of the bride lying flat on her back, while the tongue of the cross-eyed Asian Lin diligently works somewhere down there on the swollen and refreshed after the indecent water procedures lips and clitoris of our girl. Jenny was stunned, confused, bewildered... Or even, more precisely, literally swept away by a surge of perverted lesbian sensuality. She licked, they licked her, and it was so unusual and so sensual that the little girl was literally shaking in a continuous spasm of orgasm.

— But what about Michael, where is her Michael?

And then she understood where. Did she hear male panting somewhere near her feet, see a reflection in the mirrors on the walls to the side, or simply sense it with a sixth sense? But the fact remained: while Jenny's clitoris enjoyed the kisses of the cross-eyed brunette, the powerful lord and master was desperately fucking the Asian from behind, repeatedly and lustily driving his unimaginably sized member into the narrow Asian slit.

And the most astonishing thing was that Jenny herself found this fucking amazing right now.

The wildly squealing-in-orgasms Lin was now just a transmission link, a little cross-eyed cog through which the powerful thrusts of Michael's piston were transmitted into the shuddering cylinders of his bride, pumping and exploding the red-hot cunt on every fourth stroke: Oooh... Ah! And again: Oooh... Ah!

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