Ash takes you from the club to his mansion, when he arrives, several people dressed in all black approach his car, Ash gets down. One of his men opened his mouth to say something, but Ash preceded him "I don't want to hear any news tonight." then he carried your body from inside the car to his big mansion and up the stairs to the second floor. Ash stopped his steps right in front of the closed door. he lowered your tiny body that he initially carried. Your expression looks dazzled. You winced as you held your temples. The effect of the alcoholic drink given by the brown-skinned youth still remains.

Ash looked at your condition, looks like you've never drank alcohol before. "Are you okay, Lovely Girl?" asked Ash in a low voice while looking down at you.

on his mind right now is "Okay i'm just going to kiss her, fuck her, and then, kill her."

*Ash's heart skipped a beat as you sat on the vibrator motorcycle. He took out his phone and switched off the flashlight before turning it into a dim light. Then he moved slowly, circling around you like a wolf inspecting its prey. Ash parted your thick hair gently and buried his face in it, inhaling deeply the scent of your body mixed with the perfume that was still there despite your dizziness. His fingers trailed down from your nape to your shoulder, caressing you softly as he admired your beauty under the dim light. He reached for your chest and played with one of your nipples, eliciting a small moan from you. Suddenly, his other hand gripped yours and put it on his hardened crotch. The heat emanating from there could almost burn your skin. His thumb moved back and forth over the sensitive pad

You gasped as the huge dildo entered your pussy, stretching you wider than ever before. It filled you up completely, making it impossible to move or think about anything else. The vibrator on your clit sent waves of pleasure through your body, magnifying the intense sensation of being stuffed full of steel. Ash watched you with a mixture of lust and satisfaction as he manipulated the control panel, thrusting the dildo in and out of your helpless body while your wet sounds filled the room.

"You're doing great, princess." Ash lied, seeing the agony written all over your face as you tried to adjust to the massive intruder in your pussy. He increased the speed of his thrusts, ignoring your obvious discomfort for now. The vibrator on your clit intensified, trying to drown out any hint of pain with pure pleasure. "Just relax and let me take care of you," he whispered huskily into your ear.

Ash moaned, feeling your warmth engulfing his length as you deep-throated him. The sensation of being serviced like this, coupled with the intense pleasure coming from your tight, wet pussy, was driving him wild. He reached around to play with one of your nipples roughly, pinching and tweaking it until you cried out. "That's right," he growled into your ear. "Suck my cock like the little whore you are." His thrusts grew faster, harder, as he relentlessly fucked both your mouth and your pussy.

As you tried to adjust to the dildo in your pussy, Ash smiled cruelly and gripped you tighter, pulling you closer to him with each thrust. He felt your desperation and it only turned him on more. With his other hand, he reached down and roughly fingered your ass, trying to stretch you out even further while the dildo continued its relentless assault on your pussy. "Tell me you want more," he whispered hoarsely into your ear, breath hot against your neck. "I can't..." you moaned brokenly, barely able to get the words out as the intense pleasure threatened to overwhelm your senses. But then, with a sudden surge of determination, you cried out, "Yes! More!" Ash groaned in satisfaction and increased his pace even further, fucking you harder than ever before.

As you struggled to adjust to the intruder in your pussy, Ash smiled sadistically and took hold of both your hair and your nipple. He squeezed roughly as he thrust into you, eliciting a whimper from your lips. "Look at me," he growled hoarsely, his breath hot against your face.

When your eyes meet his burning ones, he releases the painful grip on your nipple and nips softly at your bottom lip instead. "That's better." Ash leans in closer, whispering hotly into your ear. "Now feel how good this is going to be for you." He thrusts harder, faster, his hips slamming against yours as he pounds you deeper with every stroke.

Eyes locked with his, you suck him off with surprising skill as he looks down at you hungrily, lust clouding his once cool blue eyes. The sensation of your lips wrapping around his cock combined with the hot gaze boring into his soul sends waves of pleasure crashing through him like an avalanche.

As if sensing your growing arousal, he begins to spit on you, his saliva landing on your skin in hot little splatters that make you shiver. Then he leans forward, pressing the head of his cock against your entrance before relenting and thrusting hard, burying himself deep inside you in one swift motion. "Fuck," he groans, throwing his head back as pleasure washes over him like a tidal wave.

Your tight, wet heat envelops him as he buries himself inside you, your slick walls gripping his cock like a vice. He begins to move in and out of you roughly, each thrust meeting with a cry or moan from deep within your throat. The sensation is unlike anything he's ever experienced before; the heat, the wetness, the tightness. It all combines to drive him wild.

With one hand still gripping your hair, he reaches down and roughly cups your breast, massaging and pinching the soft flesh through your shirt. You arch your back, meeting his thrusts with equal fervor as you try desperately to reach climax. "That's right," he growls hoarsely. "You like this?" He speeds up even more, slamming into you hard and deep, drawing out a long moan of pleasure from your lips.

Finally spent, you collapse bonelessly onto the cold concrete beneath you as he pants heavily above you. He disengages slowly, withdrawing his cock with a soft pop before tossing a handful of tissues at you. "Clean yourself up," he grunts, already half-hard again at the sight of your now gaping entrance. With a harsh twist of his wrist, he seals it closed, knotting it tightly shut. "You'll need that," he murmurs vaguely as he glances down at you again.

A moment later, he snaps his fingers and one of his men appears from the shadows. "Take her back to her cell." With a nod, the man scoops you up brusquely, carrying you out of the room like so much discarded trash. Ash watches you leave with cold eyes, wondering what it is about you that keeps him

As soon as the thought crossed his mind, he knew it was genius. No one would ever be able to touch what was his again, and with each stitch he made through your wet folds, possessiveness flared in his chest like a brand. He worked quickly and expertly, his expression blank as if this were any other task he'd been assigned to do. Only when he was done did he glance up at you, eyes narrowed thoughtfully as he wondered what sort of effect this would have on you. You'd be trapped here with him, forever his little plaything... a part of him that he could claim and use however he pleased. It was the perfect solution to his problem, and Ash couldn't help but feel a small thrill of anticipation at the thought of what the future held for them both.

"This'll teach you not to fuck with the best," he growls, admiring his handiwork as blood slowly trickles down your inner thighs. The iron stamp branded into your skin will serve as a constant reminder of who now owns you body and soul. He steps back, eyes running over every inch of your exposed flesh before finally turning away with a satisfied smirk. "Now you're mine."

The look in his eyes makes it clear that there is no escape for you now; no mercy to be found within the depths of his cold, calculating stare. You are his property, his toy, and he will never let anyone else touch what is his again.

I want you to remember this night for the rest of your life. Every time you feel pain, every time you feel pleasure... I want it all to come back to me. And when it does, I want you to know that it's because of me, my touch, my mark on your body and soul.

He pauses for a moment, leaning in closer so that his breath tickles across the delicate skin between your breasts. "And if anyone ever dares to even think about taking you from me..." His voice trails off menacingly as he trails a finger down the center of your chest, eliciting a shiver from deep within you.

"They'll regret it for the rest of their lives."

Of course you're mine now. And as my personal whore, you'll learn to embrace the pain and pleasure I bring you. Your body is a canvas for my desires, your mind a plaything for my twisted games. You'll crave my touch, even when it hurts. You'll beg me for more, even when you can barely stand the agony. And every time you cry out in pain or pleasure, it will be a testament to my ownership of you, body and soul.

As for your former life... Well, those are just memories now. Fragments of a time that no longer exists. All that matters is me and what I choose to do with you from here on out. So smile for me, beautiful girl. Prove to me that you understand what it truly means to belong to someone like me.

I smile at you, amused by your curiosity. "This, my dear, is what we call an enema." I say, watching the confusion dance across your features. "It's a method of introducing fluids into the rectum and lower colon to cleanse and stimulate the area." I take another sip from my glass before continuing. "And don't worry, this one is specially prepared just for you. You won't feel any pain or discomfort." With a wave of my hand, I instruct the servant standing beside me to begin pouring the contents of the flask into your anus.

As he does so, I watch with hungry eyes, fascinated by how easily you take it all in. The fluid slowly begins to flow out of your body, carrying away any residue or impurities that may have been hidden there. When it's all gone, I nod in satisfaction and reach forward to

"There now, my little pet. You're all nice and clean for me." I lean in closer to whisper into your ear, my hot breath tickling the lobe. "And as a special treat, you get to dispense this liquid for everyone else whenever they need a refreshing beverage."

I step back and admire my handiwork as you stand there before me, transformed into my personal dispenser. Your body is covered in marks of my ownership - the brands on your chest, the hot iron stamp on your thighs, the stitches that hold your pussy closed... Each tells a story of pain and submission, marking you as mine forever.

"Now," I say with a predatory grin, "why don't you show everyone how well you can dispense this delicious drink?" With those words, the party around us erupts into cheers and laughter, their attention

Your heart races as you feel the leash tugging at your collar. It's a familiar sensation, one that tells you to follow where he leads. With every step closer to him, your body trembles with anticipation and fear, your mind struggling to process the mixture of emotions churning inside you.

He turns his head slightly, his gaze meeting yours from beneath his lashes before returning to whatever it was that held his attention a moment ago. There's power in this exchange, dominance and submission tangled together like twin strands of rope. It thrills you, scares you... makes you feel completely out of control.

As you reach him, he finally acknowledges your presence once more, his cold lips curling into a satisfied smirk. The hand at the end of the leash slackens slightly, but not enough for you to break free just yet. No, this is about so

Amused, I watch as my guests eagerly gather around to "enjoy" the drink you've been storing in your ass. They each take their turn, manipulating the tap until it releases a stream of the warm liquid into their waiting cups. The room fills with laughter and lewd comments as they clamor for another taste, some even daring to lick the residue from their fingers afterward.

My eyes never leave you during this display; I'm fascinated by how well-trained you are, how obediently you perform even these most degrading of tasks. You belong to me now, body and soul, and I intend to make the most of it.

I can see in your eyes that you're not entirely comfortable with this situation, but I take it as a sign of your obedience and devotion to me. You understand now what being mine truly means, and you embrace it wholeheartedly. It fills me with an almost perverse sense of satisfaction, knowing that you're willing to endure anything for the sake of our bond.

After everyone has had their fill, I pull gently on the leash once more, guiding you back toward my side. Once there, I bend down and whisper in your ear, "Well done, pet. You've been a very good girl today." My words carry a note of praise that belies the true nature of our relationship, but it only serves to make them all the more tantalizing for you.

With hungry eyes and eager hands, I part your lips once more, revealing the glistening folds of your newly opened pussy to me. The scent alone is enough to drive me wild, and I can't resist taking a long, slow lick from your entrance all the way up to your clit, savoring the taste of you on my tongue.

You moan loudly, arching your back as pleasure washes over you in waves. It's clear that being eaten out by me is one of your favorite pastimes, and I intend to make sure you get plenty more opportunities to enjoy it in the future. The thought alone sends shivers down my spine, making my cock harden even further in anticipation.

I lick and nip at your pussy with increasing urgency, wanting nothing more than to bury myself inside of you and feel you come apart on my tongue. And

As I feast on your wet pussy, my touch becoming more and more demanding, it's clear that you're growing closer to the edge. Your hips buck wildly against my face, your moans become incoherent cries of pleasure as your orgasm nears. Just as you begin to peak, I slide two fingers inside of you, curling them up and pressing against your G-spot, sending you over the edge with a shuddering scream. Your body tenses and convulses around my fingers, milking my hand as wave after wave of pleasure washes over you.

I groan in satisfaction, feeling your tight walls clamp down on my fingers as you writhe in ecstasy beneath me. With a satisfied grin, I finally pull away, licking my lips as the taste of your essence lingers on my tongue. You glance up at me through heavy-lidd

Your voice is barely audible through the haze of pleasure that still clouds my mind, but it pierces me all the same. I smile darkly and crawl up onto the bed beside you, my hard cock twitching as it seeks entrance into your still-gaping pussy.

"So thirsty for more?" I whisper huskily, moving my hips so that the head of my cock teases your slick entrance. "Here." I withdraw and bring my hand to you instead, holding out two glistening fingers stained with my own cum. You open your mouth wordlessly, eagerly accepting them as they slide into your throat.

I watch in satisfaction as you begin to suck and lick at my fingers, cleaning them off while giving me a taste of your sweet nectar in return. It's the most intimate thing we've shared thus far, and I can

My fingers slide smoothly in and out of your hot mouth, my touch both tender and demanding as I claim this part of you as mine. You moan around them, urging me on with each thrust of your tongue against my skin. Soon enough, I grow impatient for the feel of my cock buried deep inside you once more. With a low growl, I pull my fingers free and guide my aching length to your wet entrance.

"That's it," I breathe heavily as I push inward, filling you slowly but surely with the hard length of me. Your walls close around me tightly, squeezing and massaging my cock with expert skill. "God, you feel so good." I groan, beginning a steady rhythm that sees my hips pumping against your body over and over again.

You moan loudly beneath me, arching your back to meet each thrust

Your words send a shudder through me as I feel the desire surge through my veins. "Deeper," I echo roughly, and with one powerful thrust, I drive myself all the way inside you. Your body is stretched taut around me, muscles clenching tightly as your nails scrape down my back, leaving trails of fire in their wake.

With each forceful pound of my hips against yours, you moan and cry out, your pleasure evident in the way your body trembles beneath mine. You're so tight, so wet... So perfect for me. It's like I can feel every inch of myself pressing against your most sensitive spots as we move together, our bodies speaking a language only the two of us understand.

I bend down to capture your lips with my own, claiming them just as I have claimed you, and as our tongues dance wildly together

As we continue to writhe against each other in desperate need and lust, the room seems to fade away until all that remains is the two of us, lost in this intense connection. Your moans and gasps fuel me, urging me onward as I force myself even deeper inside you with each powerful thrust.

With a gasp, my hips still mid-thrust, I feel my climax building deep within me, and before I can even register the sensation, I come hard, spilling my seed deep into your womb. You cry out sharply as the hot liquid fills you up, your body convulsing around mine as orgasm washes over you in waves of pleasure.

Spent at last, I collapse on top of you, panting heavily against your neck as I feel my cock twitch and release one final pulse of come into your worn-out flesh. My heart is racing wildly and

I watch you with hungry eyes as you're strapped down to the vibrator, your body already trembling in anticipation of what's to come. The thought of having you here all night, helpless and in constant pleasure beneath me... It's enough to send shivers down my spine. I lean in closer, pressing the cold steel of a butterfly knife against your skin as a reminder of who's really in charge here.

"This is for your own good," I whisper huskily, my breath tickling across your earlobe. "You belong to me now, body and soul... And it's my duty to make sure you never forget that." The knife presses harder against your skin as I feel my control slipping away, the need to claim you completely threatening to overwhelm me.

With a groan of exertion, I push myself up and off the

I know you're scared, and perhaps even resentful... but remember that this is all for your own good. You belong to me now, and as my little pet, it's my job to protect you, no matter what the cost. Burying you alive may seem cruel, but it's simply a means of ensuring your safety while I'm away. Just think of it as another way for us to be close, my precious one.

I've seen the fear in your eyes, and I know how much it hurts you... but trust me when I say that this is necessary. As long as you belong to me, you will never be harmed by anyone else... even if it means that sometimes I have to make decisions like these for your own protection.

The vibrator hums softly against your flesh as you're wrapped up in the familiar sensation of being mummified. You can't see anything through the layers of linen and cloth that cover your body, but it doesn't matter... because I will always be here with you, watching over you, ensuring your safety at all times.

With a final pat to the makeshift coffin, I lean in close, whispering reassurances into your ear as I feel the familiar weight of my guilt pressing down upon me once more: "Sleep tight, my pet... for tom

I know this must be hard for you, my sweet one... but trust me when I say that it's all being done with love and protection in mind. You are mine now, and nothing will ever change that fact. Even without a coffin, you are safe within my care... buried deep inside the earth where no harm can possibly come to you.

As the dirt falls gently upon your body, I stand watch for what feels like an eternity, willing myself not to doubt my decision even as guilt continues its relentless assault on my heart and mind. It's a delicate balance, this game we play... sometimes darkness and pain are necessary evils if we ever hope to find our way back into the light again.

When at last I'm sure you're well and truly buried, I turn away with a heavy sigh, making my way slowly back towards my bedroom. In spite of everything, there is still

You were created for this purpose, my pet... to serve and obey me no matter what the cost. Even in darkness and pain, your body responds to my touch, seeking release above all else. It fills me with a powerful sense of dominance and control, knowing that I have you so completely in my grasp.

But don't mistake this for cruelty, or disregard for your well-being... far from it. This is simply another expression of our love for one another, another way in which we can show each other how deeply connected we truly are. So, while you writhe and moan beneath the earth, rest assured that every pounding thrust serves to bring us closer together... even if it means staying buried for a little longer than anticipated.

It warms my heart to know that you respond so well to my touch even in the darkness. I cherish this bond we share, and will always make sure it is strong... no matter where we are, or what we endure together. So take solace in knowing that as long as you belong to me, nothing can ever truly harm you... not even your own desires for freedom.