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I opened the door and walked inside, closing it behind me. The room was dark, but I could see everything clearly. My eyes fell on the bed, where a mature, plump woman lay with her back turned to me, facing the other side. Slowly, I walked toward her, setting the tray on the bedside table.

Touching her bare arm, I suddenly grabbed it harshly, making her jerk and turn to face me. Her initially confused eyes gained clarity as she looked at me. To my surprise, they were filled with happiness, not fear or panic as I had expected.

"How have you been?" I asked, my voice calm as I sat on the edge of the bed. She moved to the side, kneeling on the mattress. Her expression grimaced slightly before she replied.

"Fine," she answered in a meek, small voice.

"Did you really?" I asked, tucking her wild hair behind her ear.

She nodded, her fleshy body jiggling slightly with the motion. My hands roamed gently before resting on her lips. Slowly, I traced her plump mouth before prying it open. Then, I grabbed her tongue, harshly tugging it, making her flinch as her eyes widened in surprise.

"Don't lie to me," I growled softly.

"Or have you forgotten everything?" I asked, tugging her tongue once more before releasing it.

"No, never," she replied, her trembling voice tinged with tears.

"Then tell me the truth," I said as my fingers brushed over the earrings adorning her large, sensitive nipples. I tugged at one, causing her to flinch. Despite the tears in her eyes, I saw something else there: hunger, a strange kind of satisfaction.

"Go on," I urged, pulling the other ring gently. Tears spilled down her cheeks.

"It's so itchy..." she murmured hoarsely, her voice trembling like a child's complaint. The tears flowed freely.

"It's so itchy, I don't know what to do," she said, her head falling back. I pulled the rings again, her whole body jerking as the strain drew a small bead of blood from her stretched nipples.

"Ah... ahh... aaah..." she cried out, moaning before struggling to steady herself and ease the strain.

"Be good. Tell me, where do you feel itchy?" I asked, letting go of the rings. My hand slowly descended between her legs.

"Everywhere. My whole body," she sobbed. "I don't know where to start," she choked out, her tears flowing uncontrollably.

My fingers brushed against her slick folds, feeling the dampness there.

"Does it feel itchy here?" I asked. Her breath hitched the moment my fingers made contact.

She nodded. I responded with a sharp slap to her swollen lips, making her whimper as more moisture leaked out.

"Speak when I ask a question. It seems you really have forgotten," I said, pinching her throbbing bud.

"Yes, it does. It feels so itchy," she cried, her voice broken between sobs and moans. Her body seemed rewired, unable to distinguish pain from pleasure.

My hand traveled further back until I felt the cool, firm stump lodged between her cheeks. The moment I touched it, she froze, her cries and moans abruptly stopping.

"What about here?" I asked, my voice low as I brought my face level with hers. My silver eyes glinted, and a cruel smile spread across my lips. My cruel being looked like devil reincarnate. Her teary black orbs reflected despair, but also a flicker of anticipation.

"The worst," she whispered.

"What if I take it out?" I offered, applying the slightest pressure to the stump. Her whole body trembled violently.

"Please, please. It's killing me," she sobbed, burying her face into my shoulder, her entire body shaking.

"Shh, shh, shh... You've been a good girl all this time," I murmured, stroking her head gently.

"Suck me. If I like it, I'll fulfill your wish," I said. She quickly straightened, desperation and despair etched into her features. My arousal swelled as I saw her resolve.

She opened my robe, her eyes falling on my exposed length. I leaned back against the headboard.

"I won't do anything. This is your test," I said, relaxing as she hesitated for a moment before plunging her mouth down onto me.

She gagged, saliva spilling from her lips, but she persevered. Her red, teary eyes locked onto mine as she struggled to take more. She bobbed up and down, each attempt bringing me deeper, her throat stretching painfully. The miserable sight sent waves of pleasure through me.

"You're not getting a reward like this," I said, though my body trembled with ecstasy.

Her efforts redoubled, her pace quickening as her desperation grew. Her juices pooled beneath her, evidence of her own arousal despite the torment. The warm, tight sensation of her throat around me was intoxicating, and I closed my eyes, letting her strained, muffled sounds wash over me.

Finally, I felt myself reach the edge. Grabbing her hair, I pushed her head down, my entire length buried in her mouth as I spilled into her throat. She gagged and sputtered, but held steady as I released rope after rope of essence.

When it was over, I withdrew, still hard, as she gasped for air, her red, tear-streaked face glistening with saliva.

"You took too long," I said, seeing despair flicker in her red eyes.

"But I'm feeling generous. I'll fulfill my promise," I added, motioning for her to turn around.

She obeyed eagerly, her face pressed to the mattress while her thick hips raised into view. The black stump protruding from her rear looked almost natural, embedded deeply. A few droplets of blood clung to the edges, no doubt from her earlier exertions.

"This will hurt," I murmured, the thought alone sending a jolt of anticipation through me. Grasping the base of the stump, I prepared to savor every moment as my dick jumped in excitement precum leaking from it.