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MTaylor: A Maid’s Turmoil:

In my master’s chamber, it is well known what our duties are at a moment’s notice. Though more forceful during the moonlight, we know that his needs are never ending. In his past, he was kind and gentle, but after that demonic infection, we know that we’re only there to be taken by his lust and bred by his desire. It is expected of us, and it is nothing we can hope to resist.

Today he is being gentle. He is being nice to leave my clothes intact and not in shreds like normal, but I still cannot help but crying. It feels good, but the purple tentacles that wrap about my limbs and neck still hurt. The one that caresses my breast is gentle now, but that is merely a façade. In no time at all it will be pulling my nipples sharply, and kneading my flesh forcibly. It is only because of the two cock tentacles I have confined to my hands that there are only two others to service my much sought after holes.

Against my tongue I can feel the throbbing flesh as he nears his limits, and feel the same pulse deep in my pussy and against my anus. I know that he wants to fill me to the brim, and soon he will. It saddens me that he has turned so. That he has degraded into no more than a beast, but it also pains me to say that I prefer him now! It might just be that I’m being corrupted by his sinful touch or that he exudes pheromones and aphrodisiac fluids! It might be that I’m simply used to his current affections. And it might be because I simply have fallen to such a state that I need him inside me, filling me with his tainted cum!

Ah… I can’t think anymore. I know he is about to cum, and I know that there’s nothing I can do to stop everything that comes after it. I want it. I want it so desperately! I want it over my face, across my breasts, deep inside and in and over all the places in between! And then I want it in the holes I’m denying him and more…

And yet I cry… but is it pain and sadness… or is it… happiness?

Who I am now, and what it is I want to feel, is my greatest turmoil.