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A pair of dommes had made an attempt at providing a decent flogging but I needed something stronger.We'd met at a place in Manhattan called the Hell Fire Club. During college I'd discovered that having a man between my legs slamming his cock in my cunt didn't rock my world.Over time, I learned that pain was the additive I required to blow the searing hot wind of sexual satisfaction through my brain.Torture The Widow Chapter 1 Choke On It Please take note!Adults Only Literature The text in this story contains erotic material and is expressly written for adults only.