Getting gangbang on cam

Master: “, you first. Tell her how to take you.”He wanted deepthroat—no hands. I knelt, mouth wide. He stroked faster on his end. “Imagine it’s my cock. Gag on it. Don’t stop till I say.”I forced my fingers deep—simulating. Gagged hard. Tears streamed. Mascara ran black.“Good girl,” Master praised. “Now the rest join. Airtight fantasy. Describe it while you choke yourself.”They took turns barking orders.One: “Choke her throat while I slap those tits.”I pinched my own nipples, twisted hard. Slapped my breasts till they stung red.Another: “Anal. No prep. Shove fingers in dry.”Two fingers in my ass—rough, fast. Burned. I cried out.“Harder,” Master said. “Show them the pain they’re paying for.”Three fingers. I sobbed. Kept going.Then the beating escalated.Someone demanded: “Belt your thighs. Ten each side.”I looped my belt, swung. Crack. Skin welted instantly. Legs trembled.“Cry louder,” Master ordered. “They want to hear it.”I did. Real tears. Real pain. Real need.By the end they were cumming one after another—ropes on their screens while I held myself open, ass gaping slightly from the fingering, face streaked, tits bruised, thighs striped.Master made me thank each by number.“Thank you, 1… for slapping my face raw.”
“Thank you, 3… for beating my ass till I cried.”
“Thank you, 7… for choking the breath out of me.”When the last finished, Master spoke soft.“Stay spread. Look at the lens. Tell buyers what they get if they purchase the full video.”Voice wrecked, hoarse from gagging:“I’m Master’s broken toy. This video is forty-seven minutes of me getting slapped, choked, beaten, throat-fucked, ass-raped dry, double-penetrated with fingers till I screamed. I cried. I begged. I came without permission and got punished harder. Bruises. Welts. Cum leaking from both holes. Full face. Full body. Uncut. No blur. Serious buyers only—DM Master for price. It’s worth every rupee to see me ruined like this.”He let silence hang.Then: “Stop recording, toy. You earned your bruises.”I collapsed forward. Body aching. Pussy throbbing. Ass burning. Face hot from slaps.I curled up, still naked, still on cam till he said stop.Whispered into the mic:“Thank you, Master… for selling my shame.”He didn’t reply.But I know the file’s ready.And somewhere, men are already bidding.If you want the link… message the right person.Just know: watching it will ruin you too.