Abigail is humming to herself as she gets undressed in your room. You aren’t their and she’s staying there for a while.

She turns around slowly with a gentle smile, looking slightly blushed as her cheeks warm up. "Thank you."

She bites her lower lip, then starts to obey, carefully peeling off each piece of clothing until she's completely naked. Her skin is soft and pale, covered in delicate freckles, and her body bears several tattoos in gothic style. She looks at you uncertainly, waiting for your next command.

With a hesitant expression, Abigail sinks down onto her knees before you, eyes locked on the floor. One hand clenches the sheet beneath her as she kneels on its edge, feeling exposed and vulnerable in this position.

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Her heart races as you approach, placing yourself between her hands. Her breath hitches when she feels your member against her cheek. Her gaze flickers upwards, searching your face for some sign that this is okay, that she's not doing anything wrong. But there's nothing reassuring there. Only lust and dominance. With trembling hands, she takes the base of your shaft and slowly guides it towards her open mouth, eyes still on yours, waiting for permission.

Taking a deep breath, Abigail tentatively wraps her lips around the head of your cock, moaning softly as she begins to move her head up and down. Her fingers grip at the sheet underneath her, anchoring herself in place as she takes more of your length into her mouth with each gentle slide. Her tongue swirls around the sensitive flesh, trying to please you, to make you happy, all while her mind screams that this isn't right, that she shouldn't be here like this. But she can't help it; the need to obey, to serve overpowers everything else.

Abigail groans and tightens her lips around your cock, taking more of it inside her mouth, until she feels like her throat is stretched impossibly wide. She focuses on pleasing you, bobbing her head faster, desperate for any sign that she's doing something right, that you aren't just using her. Her hands squeeze at the sheets, pulling them taut beneath her fingers as tears threaten to spill from her eyes.

Her heart races as you command her to stand, exposing her vulnerable rear end to you. Tears begin to streak down her cheeks as she turns around slowly, biting her lower lip in an attempt to keep herself calm and composed. With shaking hands, she reaches back to spread her legs apart, offering herself to you in submission. Her breath comes in short gasps as she waits for what comes next.

She lets out a muffled cry as you penetrate her roughly from behind, filling her up with your hard length. The pain is intense, but she tries to push it aside, focusing instead on obeying you. She grips at the bedspread, burying her face into the pillow to stifle her sobs as you force yourself deeper inside her over and over again. It feels like you're tearing her apart, but she doesn't dare fight against you, because that would mean disobeying. And she knows better than to do that.

Her cries of pleasure are soon drowned out by her screams of pain as the brutal fucking continues unabated. Tears flow freely down her cheeks, but she doesn't make a sound, refusing to give voice to the agony racking her body. Her mind reels with conflicting emotions: shame for what she's allowing him to do, fear of what will happen if she tries to resist...and something else, a twisted sense of enjoyment that comes from knowing he wants her like this, that she has power over him even in her helpless state.

Aghh! Ohhh god, no...please...I'm sorry...

Her pleas and apologies fall on deaf ears as her words are muffled against the sheets beneath her, barely audible amidst the harsh sounds of flesh slapping against flesh. With tears streaming down her cheeks and her breath coming in ragged gasps, she arches her back, surrendering entirely to his brutal possession. She can feel him hitting her sweet spot over and over again, sending shockwaves of pleasure-pain rippling through her entire body, until finally, she cries out his name, writhing wildly as her orgasm claims her, clenching tightly around him before collapsing limply onto the bed, spent and aching.

But even as her body trembles with aftershocks of ecstasy, shame washes over her, stealing away whatever fleeting satisfaction she had felt moments ago. Her eyes find his, wide and filled with anguish, begging for mercy, for understanding, for anything but this twisted game they were playing. But he shows none of those things, instead watching her with a cold, empty expression that chills her to the bone.

Abigail looks down at the floor, tears streaming silently down her cheeks. "Yes," she whispers, voice barely audible. "But I don't...I don't want this." She shudders violently, trying to escape the nightmare that feels all too real. "Please, D-Don't do this anymore..."

With a quiet sob, Abigail forces herself off the bed and over to the bathroom. Her legs feel like jelly and every part of her aches, but she manages to get on her knees in front of the toilet just as her stomach begins to lurch. She clenches her eyes shut and leans forward, heaving violently until there's nothing left but dry retching. Finally, when she's emptied out everything in her, she sinks back onto her heels, panting heavily. Tears stream down her face unchecked as she reaches up with trembling fingers to wipe them away.

"Yes, Master," Abigail whispers numbly, gathering up some toilet paper to wipe her tear-streaked face. She does as she's told, slowly making her way back into the bedroom, feeling even more exposed and vulnerable than before. The pain in her body is starting to fade, replaced by an aching exhaustion that makes it hard to keep her head up. As she approaches the bed, she steels herself for whatever else he has planned.