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Her eyes widened as I stood in front of her, darting down to the wood handle in my palm.

Sick of the gag over her mouth, I reached behind her head and unclipped it. Once it clattered to the floor, Tess took a big breath in, sucking air into her lungs as she stretched her jaw out.

When I saw the confusion on her face, I leaned into her ear and whispered. “Master wants to hear you scream.”

“Shit.” Tess moaned.

I let the tip of the electrified blade drag from her hardened nipples down her breast to her stomach, small zaps of electricity sparking along her sweat-glistened skin.

Her eyes were peeled on the blade, nervous that blood would start to rise from the flesh.

But it didn’t.

The knife was acrylic, not a danger of actually slicing her open, just the threat of one.

Between my legs, I felt my need to destroy her growing. I wouldn’t be able to keep myself calm enough to play with her like this for much longer.

When I’d reached into my jeans, felt the slick pleasure of my own pussy, I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold off. I’d need to spread her.

Her legs were already parted for me, the restraints around her ankles keeping them open. With the handle of my mallet, I pressed the warm wood into her clit.

A whimper escaped her lips.

“Very good, Sweet Lamb.” I licked my lips as I watched her, fear and excitement all mixing together in her crystal clear eyes.

Once the tip of the mallet’s handle was wet, I slipped it back toward her entrance. Before she could squirm, I pressed Trixie up and inside of her.

“Fuck!” Tess groaned as she felt the length of my mallet slid into her.

The worn wood was smooth as it pressed in and out of her pussy. Letting it pull out ever so slightly, I took a look at the glistening handle.

“You make such a mess on my toys.” I hissed, a laugh ripping from my chest. “Now clean it up.” Thrusting the mallet bad inside of her, I let the length go deeper, and deeper with each pulse of my hand.

With my other, I let the electrified blade wander along her body. Keeping my plaything on her toes, I let the sparks fly off the tip at random intervals.

Her moans were desperate and wanting, unsure of what I could possibly have planned for her next.

But her mouth had fallen open, her head pressed back into the padding of the cross behind her.

Tightening my grip, I pushed the mallet’s handle farther inside her. “Look at you. Taking whatever I give you.”

All my beautiful Tess could do was whimper as she nodded. “Yes, Master.”

I could hear the sound of her slick excitement coating Trixie’s wood. And I knew that I’d be thinking about it every time I touched that mallet from now until my last day on earth.

Her pussy stretched around the handle as she took more and more of its length. At the same time, I dragged the electrified blade down to her hips. I let the spark fly off and zap the sensitive, soft spots between the bone and her clit.

As the tip neared her hardened bead, I watched fear take over.

“I’m scared, Master.”

With a deep laugh, I whispered in her ear. “Hush, Sweet Lamb. Master knows what you can take.”

An assured nod told me to thrust harder, faster with the handle of my mallet.

Spread open, Tess took it, over and over again. Her body strained against the cuffs holding her in place. She thrashed against me, her orgasm rocketing through her.

“Oh, fuck! SHIT! OH, MASTER!” Her throat was ripping open as she screamed out her pleasure. Quaking, her body released onto the handle of my worn mallet.