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At the sound of her alarm, Corrina woke up in a cold sweat, gasping for air. Her wide eyes saw the sledgehammer racing toward her face for a split second before it crashed down into her nose. Her face shattered, her vision wild as her eyes burst, but her pillows and mattress cushioned enough of the blow, a screech of metal as the frame bent and buckled.

Enough brain remained to hear her Master curse.

"Fuckin' bedsprings…!" he swore, before the hammer crashed down again.

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At the sound of her alarm, Corrina woke up in a cold sweat, gasping for air. She saw the fluorescent lights of the garage ceiling as the hammer filled her vision.

She couldn't help it. Her arm flew up to shield her face. The sledgehammer crashed into her forearm near her elbow, tearing the joint free.

"STOP FUCKIN' SQUIRMIN!" he bellowed, as she writhed in pain. Sobbing onto the concrete, the hammer crashed down on her ear. She felt her skull flatten-

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At the sound of her alarm, Corrina woke up in a cold sweat, gasping for air.

She tried to raise her hands but her arms were spread wide. She felt the nails driven down through her wrists, pinning her to the concrete, an instant before the hammer crashed into her face.

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At the sound of her alarm, Corrina woke up in a cold sweat, gasping for air. She felt heat in her belly an instant before the hammer crashed into her face.

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At the sound of her alarm, Corrina woke up in a cold sweat, gasping for air.

Her hips were arching off the cold pavement just before the hammer smashed her head to pulp.

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At the sound of her alarm, Corrina woke up in a hot lather, starting to cry out.

Her hips were bucked high into the air, she could feel it coming-

The hammer burst her skull across the garage floor.

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At the sound of her alarm, Corrina had an orgasm, just before her head exploded under the hammer.

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At the sound of her alarm, Corrina had an explosive orgasm, squirting across the far wall an instant before her head burst below the hammer.

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At the sound of her alarm, Corrina's legs flailed, hips bucking in the air, already in the throes of an amazing climax as the hammer crashed down into her face.

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At the sound of her alarm, Corrina woke up in her bed, thrashing hard as she had one of the most amazing orgasms of her many lives.

Her wrists were bleeding from the rope, stretched so tight under her bed that her right shoulder just… Tore free.

She wailed and writhed her legs together, silky stockings slippery on satin sheets, long tall shoes clattering against each other. Her left hand hauled on the rope, dragging her severed arm under the bed, her right shoulder spouting blood as her hand thrust down between her thighs, masturbating furiously even as the waves of orgasm poured through her.

She sobbed and wailed as he rolled her face down into the pillows, hiking her hips up as his thick shaft ploughed hard and deep into her anus, fucking viciously as she bled.

Her Master was always creative. She had expected more searing pain as her anus tore and bled.

This time, he'd already lubed her ass. And not with her own blood.

She cried and wailed and reveled in the agony of her torn and shattered limb, legs writhing and tall heels skidding on the satin as she felt his hot cum pour deep into her ass.

He shuddered for a long moment, gasping and wheezing, laughing into the back of her neck.

He kissed the nape of her neck gently while she cried and bled. Then she heard the scrape of metal on metal, and agonizing, searing pain filled her world as a red hot poker carefully trimmed and cauterized her shredded shoulder.

She thrashed and screamed, her voice cracking as she writhed under him. Her throes of agony blew another world-shattering orgasm from her cunt.

Master just held on, and let her thrash. It was enough to make him blow another load up her ass.

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Corrina slowly came around to a sizzling sound and the smell of cooking meat.

She was still face down, ass up in her bed.

Her shoulders were in delicious agony, but the far-away kind. The kind she could savour.

She tried to push herself up, but she couldn't.

She tried again, groping at the bed, but felt utterly nothing.

She had no arms.

"Made sure ya matched, Bitch. It's a special day."

His arm around her waist helped her up to her feet. She wobbled on the towering shoes, her head lolling a bit as the lingering pain came and went.

He walked her to her tall mirror.

She had white satin stockings and a soft white garter belt. Her breasts were bare, but she didn't need a bra.

Master roughly kneaded one globe, pinching her nipple hard. It made her lift her head, lift her gaze.

Her face had been painted beautifully, but now her red eyes were ringed in black smears of mascara, thick runs of black on her cheeks. She smiled nervously, bit her lip. It was perfect.

Her lips were still perfectly painted red, but she knew he'd let her smear it all over his cock if she begged just right.

She actually giggled, blushing more as she saw the silky, filmy white veil pinned in her hair. It was askew and her hair was a mess, but somehow it was ruined… Just right.

The stitches in her blackened flesh where her arms were ripped free were absolutely perfect and straight, the flesh trimmed down to be perfectly square. They were agonizing in just the right way.

She looked up at Master, let out a fluttering sigh as she leaned against his broad chest.

He had shaved, trimmed his hair. He looked ruggedly handsome, really, when he wanted to.

"Happy anniversary, Bitch."

He gently helped her to the kitchenette, eased her into her chair.

Her arms were on a platter, roasted to perfection, drizzled in a red wine sauce.

"I made you dinner."