In Too Deep -Story 9- It Hurts!

without further delay. Let's begin this week's episode. T TAM Productions presents Chris Carrol's Into Deep Episode nine. This hurts the Wolfman, whispered to me as I lay on his bed, a place I hadn't been during my previous visit to his lair. I felt like he was letting me in closer, making me more eager to comply with this request. I need you to sniff this, he said, holding a tube of liquid in front of my nose. Make sure to take a big whiff. Whatever hurt your feeling, this will

make it feel better instantly. You're almost ready, he said with a smile as he took off his shirt. I can feel your eagerness to explore the vast world that awaits you. I felt a growing wetness between my legs as I anticipated what was about to come. I for sure thought he was finally going to give me what I desired. But the last thing I remember before blacking out was him looming over me. This blackout was more intense than the other one. My whole life was flashing

before me. The trip that I had before I didn't like, but this one seemed even worse, even more severe and deep. I felt a complete lack of control and I had no idea what was about to happen next. At the same time, in a strange way, I felt a sense of liberation. I didn't trust a wolf man, yet somehow I did. I kept telling myself, this doesn't make sense. I was eight years old when I saw my parents. Their door locked, but I could see them through the crack.

Primal noises were coming from behind their door. I was crying because I was scared, but nobody could hear me. The next thing I remember, I was walking home from school. I had been rejected from maturity for the third straight year. The day had moved on, but the memory of that frightened moment left with me forever. All the girls were pretty. Their body's better than mine. They made sure to remind me of this fact as I took to walk a shame up the sidewalk home. Why was I relieve in

all this? Pay this torture? Then I saw him. This is the second time I seen him in twenty four hours. It's still hurt just as much as it did back then, him taking my virtue and not given a fuck about it. But I got back at him tonight and now he'll never be the same ever again. Serves his ass.

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high to have his way with me. He had to know the answer was now that being truthful. From the moment I first saw him, I wanted him. I wanted to be with him. The danger, the mystery, the uncertainty, it all drew me in. I knew he was bad for me, I did, But I also knew I was good for him because I was that first time. I saw something in his eyes that told me he wanted more from this world, and so did I. However, the problem was what he wanted was likely the complete opposite

of where I was headed. Danger surrounded him. I knew this, but I didn't care. From that very first time that I had a chance to indulge in risky behavior. I took that opportunity and I ran with it, and I kept coming back. The riskier the better. I could have lived a safe, uncomfortable life off my earnings as a psychiatrist, but that would have driven me pardoned upun literally crazy. Here it was, again, under the influence of narcotics. Maybe

I was imagining things. There's a chance that he isn't naked at all, and that isn't his enormous cock shadowed against the wall. This could be some bad acid trip, another hallucination at this point that's what it was, and if it was that, I was ready for it. He reached for my legs. As I opened them, he was still wearing the wolf man mask. My heart was beating fast, and I felt myself sweating profusely. It was from the heat that was originating from his He threw his mask

off his face and onto the ground. I watched the shadows on the wall as I saw his head move towards my vagina. The next day, I felt was his tongue looking from the bottom of my vulva, then slowly up to the tip of my cleat as sensation laughed me trembling, Yeah, yes, yes, I feel so good. I could hear myself saying as my voice echoed throughout the room. He made no sound and gave no response, but he kept looking at my pussy in the same methodical way.

I began trembling as I felt the orgasmic explosing shooting from in between my legs. The Wookman stood over me as he watched me shake. I could see a smile in the darkness as he took his hand to his cock and began stroking it. This man was blessed with a big cock, and I have to admit I was in fear that he would do irreversible damage to my vagina, but I wanted it.

As a strobe light intensified, the voices began again and again in and out of my ears, circling around my head the voices, I had no choice but to take my fingers to my pussy and shoved him inside of it as I began pushing in deep with great force, giving me the sensation of being filled up like I needed to be. The strokes are starting to fade out as I felt my eyes closy, but then they would

abruptly open again. I felt myself close to having yet another orgaso clip throbbing pussy aching by buying my mind and body flashing back to a feeling, the feeling of a big cough stretching me open and pushing them, pushing himself into the back of my pussy as I lay there, taking in the group force of a man fucking me as hard as he wanted to, as he could as

he needed to. Again, my fingers deep in as I fingered myself fucking my pussy into another or gasping oblivion, my eyes completely shut as the darkness of the room is all I can remember. What time is it? Am I still in the same day? Or have I masturbated into multiple days? Then again they wouldn't go away. Why can't I escape? Why can I get away? It's the voices yet again, they are surrounding me. But now I

hear one distinctive, deep voice whispering in my ear. I need you to sift this, the book man tells me as the voices surround me. Yet again, in my desperation, I am held deeply from the glass file, not caring what it contained. I think that if I did what he asked, maybe he would give it to me. Because I can't go any longer without being fucked and feeling him inside me. My head began spinning. I don't feel good, but I do at the same time. Does that make sense?

Does any of it make sense? Do I make sense? I suddenly realized that I promised to meet would patient be, But I was so disorientated. I didn't know what day it was, or ever a meeting had already passed, or had I even attended it. Maybe I just forgot how fucked up this was. I took an oh. I promised to be there for my patients twenty four to seven.

Yet here I am laying again under the influence of narcotics in the Wolfman's lair, getting as high as the fuck and waiting to get fucked myself after the powerful drug that I just sniffed fully kicked in. I passed out again. As my eyes shut, my frustration grew. The Wolfman was just wasting my time and making me bag for his pleasure. He wasn't willing to give it to me, and I needed to face this. As the last glimpse of darkness could be seen through my closing eyes, I

told myself I was done. I had to leave here as soon as possible. I had a job to do, I had people that relied on me. Then, without warning, my eyes opened wide as I let out a gas from the unexpected pain. After the reopen my eyes, I could see the wolf Man.

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imagined it to be. He remained in that push up position as he continued to shove his cock in me as deep as he could get it in. I looked up at him, grabbed his shoulders and saw his gray eyes looking out of the wolfman mask. As pleasure bleeded out of them. He looked at me with desire and satisfaction as he fet his cock my pussy. It had been a long time since I had had any cop

in me, much less one the size of his. The pain was intense, but it art so good as he can eat, fucking me hard and fast, with an obvious desire to climax as quickly as he good. We were both feeling the intensity, the want, the need. His movements began to slow. He attempted to prolong the pleasure he wanted to receive more, and put off feeling the ultimate

release as much as he tried. My pussy was way too good, and it gave him great pleasure, so much so that it was impossible for him to control it. He unexpectedly linked out his cock with full force and then aimed it in the direction of my mouth. I opened wide on command and swallowed down all of the Wolfman's sirup just that quickly, it was over, but the intensity of it was unforgettable. I swallowed every last drop of his calm, as this is what I had been

craving for so long. The wolf Man was so wrong for me, but this moment, and every moment since I met him, was so right. He insisted on getting me high, even though I would have done whatever he wanted me to in my normal state of mind. I consumed all his spur, and my body, overcome with fatigue, drifted off into a deep slumber that seemed to last for several days. As the drugs effects began to wear off, I awoke briefly from my extended slumber, assaulted by an intense headache.

The pain throbbed in my temples, a relentless reminder of the substances that were coursened through my veins. Despite the discomfort, I couldn't help but marvel at the lingering euphoria that still danced at the edge of my consciousness, tempted me to succumb once more to the seductive embrace of the wolfman's touch. The battle between the fading high and the encroaching reality raged within me, leaving me torn between the

desire for clarity and the allure of the unknown. In my drug induced sleep, I pondered my daily routines, especially tending to my patient be Strangely, I desperately needed a shower. The drugs in my system allowed me to imagine the most intense, wonderful shower that I had ever had. As I bathed my naked body under crystal cure waterfalls near a Jamaican beach, all the natives were taken in the sight of my naked body be entrenched with the cold

beach water. I woke up on my knees on the floor, my hands me up as my tight ass was straight up into the air. All I remembered before that was darkness and my imaginary shower. My eyes remained shut the whole time I turned my gaze towards the back or the wo man stood his presence as a nanatic as ever. This time, however, he wasn't wearing his mask. His face was fully exposed, revealing the raw intensity of his emotions, a testament to the vulnerability he had shared with me

in this intent moment. The absence of the mass added a new layer to the depth of our connection, allowing me to witness the unguarded essence of his whole be I'd found myself drawn even closer, eager to explore the complexities that lay beneath the surface. At this point, I could still feel the drugs taken effect. My body was almost completely worn out, and fear began to set in. It was a deep fear that I could not handle the size of his cock in my tight little ass.

Up until this point, the extent of my anal experience was not existent. The thought of him fucking me hard in my ass and as certain total control of me was definitely a turn on. But mentally I feared that pain and damage a cock the size of his could inflict on me. No words were a chain. As I felt him rub his hard cock up and down my ass side, he teased me, poking it around my tight anus. I wanted it so bad. I wanted every part of him. I was so turned on but scared at the same time.

As he grabbed my shoulders and positioned his cock at the entry of my tight little hole, I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and prepared. Little wolf Man, since I had met him, was always full of surprises, always so I was taken aback again by him when he quickly redirected his hard cock from my tight, untouched anus and down to the entry of my pussy. As he then began pushing my shoulders back and fucking me

even harder than he had previously. Dead but I was on my back, I felt an intense sensation, unable to adjust my position for added comfort due to his firm grip holding me in place as his cock eagerly devoured my ache and pussy. This intensity was different, a different level. This time he seemed to take in more pleasure than he previously did. He continued to grab my shoulders hard to maximize his leverage and push his cock in as

deep as he could. I wondered if he was going to ejaculate deep inside my pussy, as even though the consequences were scary, I secretly desired him to do so. I wanted to feel it inside me. The thought of having him fill me up with the seed, and the intensity of his cock pounding me as his bone all

slapped my ass. All of this caused me to reach yet another orgasm as my body shook against has no doubt intensifying his pleasure, as then he quickly yanked his cop from out of my pussy and came all over my ass. As I felt the heat of it, I wanted it inside. I wanted it inside of me anyway that I could get it. But I knew that was a fantasy. Even in his pursuit of pleasure, The wolf Man stayed calm and collected. He wrote me back onto my back and cradled me in his arms as we

drifted off to sleep. For the moment, I only concerned myself with the pleasure and fulfillment. But I knew I would have to press them for answers to understand just how deep I totally was. All right, everyone, you are listening to Chris Carrol's Into Deep story. Diye, this hurts. This is text Time Stories. We thank you for joining us. I am your all this Maximum Jones that I appreciate your listening and support. We are going to continue the story as well as concluded, but first we need to

take a break for these quick messages. We will see you on the other side. This is Text Time Stories. I am your hosts, Maximum Jones. We will continue with this story, but first we need to offer a quick disclaimer. This episode contains graphic explicit sexual content that is intended for an audience of adults only, but your audience is over the age of eighteen years and up. For our episodes here on Sex Time Stories. We can be reached at our email and that is sex Time Stories at

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Into Deep chapter nine. It hurts. After the drugs completely wore off and my body physically and mentally had recovered from my first intercourse with the Wolfman, That's when the complications began. Despite my desire to deceive myself, my knowledge of psychology made it clear that his interest in me

went far beyond mere sexual gratification. If I knew that going into this, of course, but like so many women, I wanted to dwell deep anyway, figuring that I could get him to adapt and change to better acommodate my needs. The Wolfman had a deep, complex and challenging nature that intensified my desire to break through and possibly get to know him better than he knew himself. In theory, I believed that I could take control, but from the very

beginning he held all the power. Even though I managed to cloud his mind with pleasure, it was fleeting, and he quickly regained his unwavering control over me and the entire situation. His dominance was absolute, leaving me helpless to resist his enematic allure and dangerous path he chose to lead me down. You know you didn't have to get me high to have your way with me, right, I mean, I'm sure you're aware that, I sarcastically told him. So you think that got you high so I can have

my way with you. No, you surely don't think that, he said, with no hint of any emotion. Well, then may I ask you? What was your intention to get me high? Before you literally fucked my brains out in every way possible. I persisted in digging in deeper. So when you're about to have sex, not just with me, with anybody, the thoughts to precede are hindrance. There is anxiety, uncertainty, danger, and insecurities, as well as fear of the unknown. The

workman continued to explain his philosophy on having sex. Those are common feelings, of course, no matter who who you are. Are what you know? Am I not correct, doctor, he asked, as I struggled to fully take whatever message he was

trying to convey. Of course, I answered, I think we as humans definitely feel vulnerable, especially as women, when we cross that line and give ourselves to someone else physically because of the potential emotional attachment that could honestly end up crippling us if things don't go the way they hope or we hope they will. So yeah, it can be nerve racking, I said, as he looked at me deep and hard. Was what you remember about the sex

that we just had? Good or great? He asked, knowing my obvious answer was going to be yes, it was great, which it was, so I nodded my head and answered, But I'm sure he wanted to hear. You were able to achieve maximum pleasure and totally free your mind and body. But it wasn't because of the drugs to work, Man declared to me. It was because those drugs allowed you to let go of the world you've conditioned yourself to

be a part of. He further explained he became a psychiatrist to help others and improve your own financial situation. No doubt While I'm sure you've achieved both goals, you are not completely free, he said, as he continued to stare at his deep gray eyes. Your life is tied to your ability to fulfill these responsibilities for the first time in your adult life. I am offering you a chance to break free from what has been confine in you for all of these years. I'm about to give

you your freedom if you accept. He said, all of this, which only made me that much more confused. I turned to him and quickly explained, Look, the sex was incredible, better than I could have ever imagined, and you're right. I was more relaxed than usual. But it wasn't because of the drugs. It wasn't them free in me. It was because I allowed myself to be irresponsible for a day. I could choose to do that any day without your help.

Are drugs, he laughed. You're right, But if you randomly decided to take a personal day just for yourself, will you truly enjoy it? The guilt about being selfish eventually take over, he asked with a smile. I freed your mind, body, and soul. You loved every minute of it, missus Tea, even though you don't remember half of it. The funny thing is this, the parts you don't remember are even better than the ones you do, he said, with an ominous stare. I was unsure if he was just toying

with my mind. Boasted about our passionate encounter, are being mysterious to arouse me? Further, I knew very little about this man. Deciphering his intentions proved challenging, to say the least.

still buzzing with excitement. The fantasy lived up to my wildest dream, and it was everything I had imagined, I said. As I looked in his gray eyes, I knew I had to be honest. I can't do this every day, I said firmly. I just can't people are dependent on me. You're right, he said with the colde Look, you cannot do this every day. It would take three times the effort to reach the plateau that I took you to. You yet you don't appreciate it. So yeah, you're correct.

You could not do this on your own, much less for three days. I immediately replied, what do you mean by that? Check your phone? He said, sternly, it's been three days since you left. The date and time will confirm it. Should also look at your messages. Your phone was ringing non stop. By the way, I was beyond furious. I yelled out, are you serious? Are you fucking serious? Three days? I stabbed, my voice rising with each word. You let me sleep for three whole days. I had patience,

I had work. My anger and my frustration boiled over at the realization of how much time I had lost and how I had neglected my patience, especially patient be The Wolfman's words echoed in my mind, a haunted reminder of the emotional hormile that had consumed me. It wasn't what I let you do, he said, it was what you needed to do, his voice firm and unwavering in

that moment, I realized the truth behind this statement. I had been an emotional wreck, my mind and body exhausted from the weight of my responsibilities and the secrets that I carried. The Wolfman had seen through my facade, recognizing the deaths of my pain and offering me a chance

to escape, even if only for a brief moment. His actions, though unconventional, had provided me with a release I so desperately craved, allowing me to confront the demons that haunted my saw and to find solace in the midst of chaos. You're treated me like a patient now, as if you're the psychiatrist, I told him, How can you be so sure? Actually, you know what? Never mind, with all those drugs you put into me, you probably know everything there is to

know about me by now. Is that not correct? I looked at him, and I asked, you think I needed drugs for that? He asked, with a voice ominous and creepy. I do all about you before we ever met. You think you're hidden in the underground, but you forget no matter how secretive something is, there's always someone controlling the narrative, maintaining a control that you have no idea exist. I took him what he said, ben intimate with him and letting him inside me. I started to feel regret, and

that was an understatement. I felt like he had more control over me than ever before. We have crossed the line, and there's a no coing pack, no matter if you want to or not. The wolf Man said, a spark in his gray eyes. I will forever have a piece of you. And that's what we both wanted. And that's me being fair about this situation. And honestly, you know this to be true. You wanted it more and quicker than I did. But that's not to say I didn't

eventually want the same thing. He was correct. I craved him with an intensity that consumed me, drawn to the danger and risk like a moth to a flame. The thought of the consequence insist the reckless, abandoned, and the knowledge that I would forever live with the aftermath only fueled this desire. I wanted him, I needed him, and I yearned for it all with a burning passion that

knew no balance. The thrill of the forbidden, the excitement of the unknown, and the allure of the taboo danced in my veins, whispering seductively urging me to surrender to my deepest, dartest desires. I asked the question I didn't want to ask, and I certainly did not want an answer to it. What do you want from me? How can I help you? After all? That's what this is really about, right? What I can do for you? Right? I asked, not showing any type of concern for what

his answer would be. He then went on to explain in great detail what he was seeking. I witnessed a harm that sex worker's face at a very young age. My mother was a stripper and a drug addict. She endured abuse from many men, often in front of me. As I grew older and stronger, I took on the responsibility of protecting her. One day, the person in charge of an underground strip club operation nearly beat my mother to death over her tips. I intervened and I killed him.

The wookman continued this deep story. This is not the type of person anyone wants to kill, and you don't get away with doing it. My mom and I had to be on the run for several years until we met them. Man who changed my life. This is a man who runs the world's largest underground strip club and sex circuit, including the ones you frequent, Miss Tea. He took me under his wing and taught me everything about the business. After my mom died of a drug overdose,

he became the only father figure I've ever known. I have worked loyally for him all these years. I grabbed a workman's hands and said, I am so sorry. That is so tragic, and it definitely explains a lot. His eyes bore into mine as he spoke again, his voice filled with deep, unwavering conviction. I appreciate your sympathy, but what I truly need is for you to embark on a new mission with me. I need your help to change the world, to make a difference in the lives

of those whose society often overlooks. Your skills, your knowledge of the human sight. They're invaluable to creating a safer, cleaner environment for all sex workers all around the world, and for those who seeks to esport their darkest desires in the underground, just like yourself, Misti. I couldn't help but laugh. The absurdity of his requests caught me off guard, But as this word sank in, I realized the gravity

of what he was asking. He wanted me to use my expertise to dwell into the minds of these individuals to where they could contain and maintain their sanity and sense of self worth even as they indulged in the most taboo of fantasy. It was a daunting task, and one that would require me to step far outside of my comfort zone and challenge everything I thought I knew

about the human psyche. Because I looked into the wolfman's eyes, I saw a glimmer of hope, a chance to make a real difference in the lies who needed it the most, And in that moment, I knew I couldn't turned away from this opportunity, no matter how difficult the road ahead could be. I understand the pain you're feeling. I told him.

It's natural to want to change the world. However, what you're asking for is experimental, and you have to understand it will require years and years of research to determine quite what makes people behave the way that they do. I have clients in a career. I can't just abandon it to study strippers and sex fantasy role players. I want to help. I do I wish I could, but I have responsibilities, bills and a lifestyle to maintain, I explained,

as I grabbed his hands tightly. He stared at me for a good amount of time, his gray eyes burning some type of thought straight in my direction. Then he spoke, let me assure you, if compensation is that important to you, we are willing to pay more than you can imagine, he said, his eyes still staring hard at me. Certainly more than your profession could ever pay you in a lifetime. Not only that, but I can make your fantasies come true in every way possible. The last part about living

my fantasy caught my attention. That was my weakness, and he knew it. I also was deeply in love with him and willing to do anything he asked. But this was way too much. I wanted to do it, I did, but I could not give up my profession to participate in some kinky, underground sex stuff, whether he called it research experiments or whatever else he wanted to call it. I had legit, real patience with real problems, a real career. It was bad enough that I had neglected patient be

for the last three days. I needed to call her, so I got on the phone and did that. I immediately knew something was wrong. When she didn't answer her phone, because she always did. A sense of dread washed over me, that familiar feeling that your world is about to crumble around you. Just knew deep down that something terrible had happened, and it was only a matter of time before the

devastating truth revealed itself. My heart raced with anxiety as I braced myself for the inevitable fallout, realizing that everything I thought I knew was about to change forever was going to do so because of what I was about to hear. I couldn't believe the devastating news that tore through my heart like a jagged knife. Oh my god, I yelled out, Oh my god, she's fucking dead. I can't believe she's gone. It's my fault. It's all my fault. I sobbed, my voice cracking with the weight of my guilt.

The voicemail from my friend at the hotel had shattered my world, revealing that patient Be had taken her own life, slitting both her wrist, her blood staining the sheets of the bed that they found her in. I was supposed to be there for her, to guide her through her darkest moments, but I had felled her in the most profound way imaginable. The realization that I had let her down when she needed me the most was a burden

I would carry for the rest of my days. Overwhelmed by this devastating news, I found myself running straight into the Wolfman's arms and seeking solace in safety and comfort in his strong embrace. He welcomed me without hesitation, his presence a beacon of stability amidst the chaos that threatened to consume me. I buried my face in his chest. The weight of my guilt and sorrow bore down upon me, and I knew in that moment I was at the

edges of my consciousness. There was no turning back now for what I had ventured too far into the depths of this very twisted reality. The only way out was going to be to surrender myself completely to this figure who held me close, the wolf Man. Now that I was there, right where he wanted me to be, weak, vulnerable, and needy, I realized it was way too late to change my course. I was in too deep with no way out. All right, everyone, This concludes Chris Carrol's In

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