A Desperate Cry for Mercy They had been seeing each other for a while; coming up to 6 months. She knew what she wanted from him - what she had always wanted but had been too afraid to ask for. She was sure he was the one. "I want you crush me" she whispered into his ear post coital - his limp dick still inside her sopping cunt. "Crush you?" He repeated. He slid his dick out of her cunt and moved his body off of her, propping up his head on his elbow. He looked directly at her. "I want you to break my bones. I want my body to be spent and lifeless underneath you". She exhaled slowly. "I want to suffer for you, I want to die for you. I have met my match; my one true master. I want no other master." He loved to have his ego stroked. He felt his cock twitch whilst he pondered her question. "Will you do it? Will you crush me?" she questioned again. "But you're not into pain" he said. She sighed. "It's not about pain. It's about the sweet release of death at the hands of my Master and his will. It doesn't have to be now, it doesn't even have to be soon.. But it does have to be before you've had enough of me. I couldn't bare it otherwise. I don't wish to be discarded, I don't want to be released. I want my tortured body to be forever stuck in limbo; beholdent to you." His cock was pressing against her hip bone now; growing harder by the second. He knew how he wanted to do it. He could see it now. "Spread. I'm going to fuck that sopping cunt again imagining it's your lifeless body after i've crushed you." She groaned and complied. She was a good girl for her Master. He climbed on top of her, his hand grabbing her neck whilst he entered her. She was still sopping. He squeezed her neck tightly - realising for the first time how fragile she really was. ........... It was the day. He told her of his intentions. He wanted her to anticipate it. …but everything was about to change
