All Chapters of Painful Pleasures(Short Steamy Collections): Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

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Contested 3

The days had started melting into each other in a mix of submission, pain, and unwanted pleasure. It had been almost three full weeks since Aria Bennett had moved into Dominic Reyes’ luxurious cliffside mansion. Three weeks of being kept naked for the majority of the time, sleeping on the floor beside his bed when he was done using her, and waking up to his thick cock either in her mouth or already buried deep inside her pussy. Her body carried the constant evidence of his ownership; faint bruises on her hips from his strong grip, lingering red handprints on her ass, and a persistent soreness between her legs that never fully went away. She was kneeling naked beside Dominic’s large leather office chair, her hands resting obediently on her thighs, when he finally dropped the next devastating command. “I’ve been thinking about your progress,” he said casually, his fingers tapping on his laptop keyboard. One hand absentmindedly stroked her long hair like she was nothing more than a p

Contracted - Final

The weekend had stretched into something that felt like an eternity. By Sunday night, Lila was no longer fighting. The innocent, optimistic girl who had walked through the door two days earlier had been replaced by a trembling, cum-covered shell who obeyed every command with glassy eyes and quiet whimpers. Dominic had used both girls relentlessly — fucking them separately, together, making them pleasure each other while he watched, forcing them to clean his cock after he finished inside the other. Aria felt completely hollow inside. She knelt naked in the center of the large master bedroom, her body covered in dried cum, bruises, and bite marks. Lila knelt beside her in the same state, their shoulders touching. Both girls wore matching black leather collars that Dominic had buckled around their necks that morning. Dominic stood before them, shirtless, his powerful body on full display. His thick cock hung heavy between his legs, still semi-hard after the last round. “Tonig

The Routine Check-Up I

Sophie Laurent sat nervously in the elegant waiting room of Crowe Private Clinic, her fingers twisting the strap of her worn purse. The space felt more like a luxury hotel lobby than a medical facility, with soft cream leather chairs, original abstract paintings on the walls, and the faint scent of expensive disinfectant mixed with fresh flowers. Soft classical piano music played from hidden speakers. This was the kind of place only the wealthy could afford, and Sophie had saved for months just to get a proper full physical done. At 23, she couldn’t ignore her symptoms any longer. Constant fatigue, irregular and painful periods, and a general feeling that something wasn’t right. Her bookstore job barely paid the bills, especially with her mother’s lingering medical debts, but she had finally taken the step. “Miss Laurent?” The receptionist called with a warm, professional smile. “Dr. Crowe is ready for you. Room 4, please. You can change into the gown provided.” Sophie followe

The Routine Check-up II

The private medical suite located two floors beneath the main clinic was unlike anything Sophie had ever seen. It was a perfect fusion of luxury and clinical precision, with soft ambient lighting, soundproof walls covered in elegant dark wood panels, a large adjustable medical bed dominating the center of the room with thick leather restraints built into every corner. Stirrups, monitoring equipment, IV stands, and multiple stainless steel trays laid out with instruments of varying sizes and purposes. There were cameras mounted discreetly in the ceiling and walls. A one-way mirror on one side of the room allowed observation from an adjacent control area. Sophie was already completely immobilized when Dr. Elias Crowe finally entered the room. Thick padded leather cuffs locked her wrists above her head. Her ankles were secured high and wide in the stirrups, forcing her knees to bend and her legs to spread obscenely open. A wide leather strap ran tightly across her waist, pinning he

The Routine Check-up III

Sophie had completely lost track of time in the hidden underground suite. Sophie had completely lost track of time in the hidden underground suite. Every day blended into a relentless cycle of cold medical precision and raw, degrading pleasure. Her nipples stayed perpetually tender from hours of vibrating clamps. Her pussy and ass had been methodically stretched wider each session. Even the lightest touch from Dr. Crowe now made her shamefully wet and aching. This evening, the air in the examination room felt thicker, heavier with anticipation. Sophie was strapped down mercilessly to the main medical table. Wrists locked high above her head. Legs forced obscenely wide and elevated in the stirrups, knees bent and secured. Thick leather straps pinned her waist and chest, thrusting her full breasts upward invitingly. A fat red ball gag stretched her jaw wide open, drool running steadily down her chin and dripping onto her heaving tits. She was fuckin BDSM'ed Two thick vibr

The Routine Check-up IV

Three long, degrading months had passed since Sophie Morgan first entered Crowe Private Clinic as an innocent, struggling young woman. That girl was dead a while ago now. In her place existed something far more broken and beautiful: Dr. Elias Crowe’s personal clinic breeding pet. Patient 001. A permanent resident of the hidden underground medical wing. Her old life had been completely erased with ruthless efficiency. Her apartment was cleared and sold. Her job resigned. All debts paid. Her mother quietly relocated to a better facility with full coverage. No one was looking for Sophie anymore. To the outside world, she had simply vanished. She now lived 24/7 in the luxurious yet clinical underground suites. She was kept naked at all times except for the permanent black leather collar locked around her slender throat. The engraved silver tag on it read in elegant lettering: **“Dr. Elias Crowe’s Exclusive Breeding Pet – Property. Do Not Remove.”** Her body had changed under the

Damien's Bitches

Mia’s hands wouldn’t stop shaking as she gripped the steering wheel of her beat-up truck, the engine rattling like it was about to die right there in the gravel lot behind the old stables. The place smelled like hay, shit, and money—old money that didn’t give a fuck about girls like her. Twenty-eight years old, body still tight from years in the saddle, but her career was circling the drain. Two bad falls, a string of last-place finishes, sponsors ghosting her texts. The bills for her mom’s meds weren’t gonna pay themselves. She’d heard the rumors about Damien Black. Everybody in the circuit had. The man who turned broken riders into something else. Something that won. Something that *belonged*. The barn door creaked open before she even knocked. He filled the frame—six-four easy, shoulders like a draft horse, black hair cropped short, a scar slicing through one dark eyebrow. His eyes dragged over her like he was already pricing her out. Black jeans, black shirt stretched across a

Damien Bitches 2

Mia woke up to the clank of metal and the ache between her legs. The thin blanket had slipped off during the night, leaving her naked on the stall floor, wrists still cuffed behind her back. Her shoulders burned. Dried cum was on her ass and thighs. The concrete was cold and unforgiving against her tits and knees. She smelled like sex and horse shit. The stall door rattled open. Damien stood there in work boots and jeans, no shirt, sweat already glistening on his chest like he’d been up for hours breaking something. Or someone. A thick leather harness dangled from one hand, and in the other he held a black rubber tail plug that looked obscene, appearing fat, flared base, long coarse black hair trailing from it. “Morning, pony. Time to start earning your keep.” He unlocked the cuffs. Mia screamed as blood rushed back in. She didn’t dare stand. Last night’s lesson still burned in her sore cunt. “Up on all fours. Now.” She dropped to her hands and knees, ass high, back arch

Damien Bitches , 3

The trailer ride over was hell. Mia knelt in the back, hooded, bit in her mouth, tail plug locked deep and shifting with every bump in the road. Her knees were bruised raw from days of crawling, tits still sore from the clamps Damien had left on her nipples for hours that morning. The harness cut into her skin, the crotch strap rubbing her swollen clit raw. Every time she tried to adjust, the plug tugged and her asshole clenched around it like it was trying to suck the damn thing deeper. She could hear voices when the trailer finally stopped. Low, rich, laughing. The kind of people who paid stupid money to watch girls like her get destroyed in public. Damien yanked the hood off and dragged her out by the lead attached to her collar. Cool night air hit her naked, marked skin. They were behind some fancy private estate, floodlights cutting through the dark. A small crowd of maybe thirty people waited near a floodlit paddock—men in expensive suits, a few women in tight dresses, all

Damien Bitches Final

The branding iron was already red-hot when Damien dragged her into the back of the barn that morning. Mia was locked in the heavy stocks, neck and wrists trapped, her ass jacked way up high on a wooden block so everything was open and ready. That monster tail plug—the thickest one yet—stretched her asshole wide open, making her belly swell a little every time she breathed. She’d been wearing it nonstop for over a week now. Her hole had given up fighting. It just stayed loose and hungry around the base. Damien ran his rough hand over her branded spot from yesterday’s practice burn, the one that didn’t quite take. “This time it sticks, pony. You’re getting the real mark.” She tried to shake her head, drooling stupidly around the fat bit gag. A weak, broken neigh slipped out instead. That was all she could manage anymore. Real words got punished hard. The iron pressed down right above her left ass cheek. Sssssssssss. The smell of her own burning flesh hit her nose first. Then the

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