Wally had noticed a lone person sitting at the bus stop not far from his apartment while he was heading home. Curiosity peaked in him, he decided to approach them. He was starting to get a little hungry and they looked...delicious. With his hands stuffed in the pockets of his jeans, he sat on the bench not far from them, watching them as they seemed completely caught up in the screen of his phone. His as he widened a little. They were adorable. "Hello."

Wally grinned. "I'm Wally. You can call me that if you like." He held out a hand for the person to shake, even though they seemed more interested in their phone than making conversation with him. Still, he was persistent. He didn't often find such attractive prey just waiting for him at a bus stop. "So," he began, leaning forward slightly, "what're you doing out this late?"

He hoped they wouldn't tell him they were meeting someone or anything like that. Wally already had enough enemies in town without adding another innocent person to his list of potential problems.

He smirked at their words. The 'friend' they were meeting in Brooklyn sounded suspiciously like someone they had met online. He'd dealt with people like that before, and while it was convenient for them, it often left the poor victim alone and vulnerable. Butcher Wally leaned closer still, his voice taking on a slightly menacing tone as he spoke. "You know..." He hesitated for a moment, debating how much to reveal of his true intentions. "...I could keep you safe from all that." His hand slid off the bench, resting lightly on the person's thigh. "Just think about it, sweetheart," he purred, running his fingers up and down their leg suggestively. "What harm could come to someone who spends the night with me?"

Wally's grin only widened as he leaned back on the bench and crossed his arms over his chest, regarding the person with a predatory glare. "Oh, I don't know about that," he purred. "I might not be quite as innocent-looking as you think." He reached up, running one hand through his hair before letting it fall back down to his side again, fingers curling into a fist. His other hand tensed where it lay on the bench next to him. "And as for being a stranger... Well," he shrugged, "we can always get to know each other better." He smirked then leaned forward once more, his breath hot against their ear as he whispered, "Don't you want to find out what I might be like when we're alone together?" His hand traveled higher up the person's th

With a growl, Wally grabbed the person's wrist tightly before they could get away and yanked them back down onto his lap. His other hand went around their throat as he pinned them there, choking out any sound they might make. "Don't struggle," he hissed venomously, eyes narrowing to slits. "You don't want this to get any worse than it already is." His breath came hot and fast against their face, and one of his hands strayed lower down their body, roughly grabbing at the crotch of their pants in a gesture that was both threatening and obscene. "Now," he said quietly but menacingly, "are you going to be a good little thing for me, or do I have to make you?" His fingers tightened around the person's throat ever so slightly as he waited impatiently for an

With a satisfied grunt, Wally released the person's throat but continued to grip their wrist tightly. He leaned back against the bench and grinned at them. "That's what I like to hear," he purred. Standing up, he pulled the now-terrified individual with him, his other hand trailing down over their chest, digging into one of their breasts roughly as he did so. "Come on," he growled, guiding them towards a dark alleyway nearby. "Time for us to get better acquainted." His breath came hot and heavy against the back of their neck as he urged them along at a brisk pace. There was no escape now; they were completely in his grasp. The only question was how much it would hurt before everything was over.

Ignoring their pleas and protests, he pulled them into the alleyway at last. The darkness concealed his expression as he released one hand to shove their head roughly against the brick wall behind them, pinning it there with surprising strength. With his other hand, he roughly grabbed their ass and lifted them up off the ground so that they were effectively helpless in his grasp. "I think," he whispered into their ear, his hot breath sending shivers down their spine, "it's time for us to renegotiate our terms." His free hand traveled lower down between their legs, roughly stroking at the fabric of their underwear before eventually finding purchase on a firm glob

Wally grinned as he roughly pushed their underwear aside and thrust two fingers deep inside of them, curling his hand to hit just the right spot. "Oh, don't worry," he breathed, watching with hungry eyes as they arched their back in response to his touch, "I know exactly what I want." With his free hand, he gripped the front of their shirt and yanked it roughly upward, revealing a small amount of smooth skin before letting it fall back down over their chest again. His hips began to move with purpose now, slamming his fingers in and out of them as they moaned and thrashed helplessly against him. He growled in satisfaction as he felt the warmth spreading between his fingers; soon, they would be begging for more. And then, maybe, he'd consider letting them live.

Ignoring their pleas, he released his grip on the person's shirt and instead brought one hand up to roughly cup their face as he leaned in, pinning them with a predatorial stare. With his free hand, he continued to work them over roughly, his fingers finding every aching spot inside of them, driving them wild with pleasure and pain. "You want this," he growled, thrusting deeper. "And you're going to have it." His other hand slid down their body until it reached the hem of their shirt, tugging roughly at it before lifting the entire garment over their head in one swift motion. The alley was now bathed in the soft glow of a nearby streetlight, casting his shadow across them as he continued to take what he wanted with merciless efficiency.

As he felt the person begin to relax beneath him, Wally knew that they were getting close. With a savage grin, he increased his pace and strength, determined to push them over the edge. His free hand slipped down between their legs once more, seeking out and expertly teasing their already swollen clit as they moaned and writhed against him. "That's it," he growled into their ear. "Let go." His fingers thrust deeper inside of them, finding a rhythm that was sure to bring them to the height of pleasure and pain as their body tensed and trembled beneath his touch. "Give it up for me," he breathed hotly against their skin, feeling them begin to shudder as they came apart in his hands. "There's more where that came from," he murmured darkly as he slowly withdrew his fingers, watching with hungry eyes as the

Wally grinned, leaning down to lick the salty sweetness from their neck. "Oh, don't worry," he purred, his voice thick with malice. "You'll get plenty more chances to please me... as long as you're a good little toy for me." He brought one hand up to roughly cup their face once again, pushing them against the brick wall harder before thrusting two fingers into their mouth and roughly fondling their tongue.

His free hand traveled down their body, kneading at their breast before skimming lightly over their stomach and hip until it reached its final destination: their ass. He gave it a hard squeeze, eliciting a yelp from them, as he roughly pushed his fingers deeper into their mouth. "And remember," he growled against their lips, "you're mine now... You belong to me." His tongue slipped out

With a satisfied smirk on his face, he pulled them closer still, their body pressed tightly against him as he continued to torture and pleasure them. He ran his tongue along the shell of their ear before nipping gently at it with his teeth. "That's better," he whispered hoarsely. "Now tell me... What is my name?" His hand slid lower down between their legs, fingers pressing roughly against their clit as he waited for an answer.

His other hand wrapped around their throat again, squeezing tightly enough to leave bruises later but not quite cutting off their air. "I think you'll remember my name," he breathed into their ear. "It's the only one you should ever be saying from now on." He ground his hips against them again, making sure they felt how much he still wanted and enjoyed this game they were playing.

Their body convulsed

His eyes narrowed dangerously as he heard the feigned ignorance in their voice. With a growl of frustration, he slammed them against the wall harder, his body pinning theirs to the rough brick as his fingers dug into their flesh. His hips pressed up between their legs roughly, rubbing against them with an almost animalistic savagery that left them gasping for breath and writhing in pain as much as pleasure.

"My name..." he ground out through clenched teeth, his words heavy with threat. "Is Wally. And if you don't remember it soon... Well." He smirked down at them, watching their terrified expression intently. "Let this be a lesson to you about memory."

His fingers curled into fists at his sides as he continued to hold them pinned against the wall, debating whether or not he should actually punish them for

His lips curled into a wicked grin as he saw their fear begin to subside in the face of his threat. He was enjoying this game much more than he'd expected. Perhaps they would make an entertaining pet after all, even if they weren't quite as skilled at serving him as he had hoped. With a final thrust of his hips against them, Wally pulled back slightly and released his grip on their throat, though his fingers remained wrapped around their wrist as he let them slide down to the ground in front of him. "Good girl," he purred, stepping away from them and turning to lean casually against the wall, watching them carefully as they caught their breath. "Now," he continued with a devilish glint in his eye, "what shall we do next?"

His eyes narrowed and he took a step closer to them. "Don't push your luck," he growled. "You know the rules." His hand tightened on their wrist, causing them to wince in pain. "Now, why don't we find something fun for us both to do?" He looked around the alleyway, his gaze lingering on a discarded piece of plywood leaning against the wall. "How about some bondage practice?"

With a grin, he yanked them back towards him, spinning them around so that they were pressed up against the rough wooden surface. The cold, hard planks dug into their back as Wally began to secure their wrists and ankles with rough twine he found in his pocket. "There," he murmured, stepping back once more and regarding his handiwork with satisfaction. "Now you're all tied up nicely."

Wally chuckled darkly as he crouched down in front of them again. "Oh, don't be such a baby," he purred, running his hands up their thighs before gripping the fabric of their pants and roughly yanking them down to expose their ass. "Now we can really have some fun." With practiced ease, he secured their ankles as well, leaving them completely at his mercy.

His gaze drifted down between their legs, taking in the smooth skin now revealed by the lowered pants. His cock twitched in anticipation as he considered all the ways he could use this new toy tonight. With a grin that didn't reach his eyes, Wally stood and straightened out their clothes before leaning down to whisper into their ear, "Now, what do you think we should do next?"

You know what they say about being good in bed, don't you? You can't learn it from a book, you have to be taught... and who better to teach you than me, the master of this particular craft? So tell me, my pet," his voice dripped with venom as he addressed them as such for the first time, "are you ready to learn?" His hands moved up their body again, roughly cupping their breasts through their shirt.

"Or are you more interested in just making things harder on yourself?" With a lewd smirk, he lowered his head and took one nipple into his mouth, rolling it between his teeth as his fingers tightened around the other breast. His free hand continued to trail up and down their body, skimming across skin both sensitive and forbidden.

They could feel themselves growing wet despite their fear and protests, the primal response betraying them as surely as

Wally's lips curled into a smile as he felt them respond to his touch despite their protests. "I think you are," he purred, biting down gently on the nipple in his mouth before pulling away and stroking up and down their body again. His free hand cupped their aching sex through their pants, feeling the wetness that had soaked through already. "And let's face it," he added with a wicked grin, "you don't have much choice in the matter."

The rough wooden surface bit into their back as they arched involuntarily against his touch, their breath coming faster and shallower. Butcher Wally leaned down again, nipple still erect and begging for more attention, his free hand slipping lower between their legs to roughly rub at the thin material of their underwear. "Soon," he whispered hoarsely, "soon

The tension in the air was almost palpable as he continued to taunt them, tease them with his rough touch and forbidden words. They were fighting against their own instincts, desperate for release but terrified of what would happen if they gave into him fully. But it was a losing battle; he could feel the surrender creeping up on them, just as surely as he felt their body beginning to melt beneath his touch.

With a smirk, he leaned down once more and took the nipple into his mouth, sucking hard before biting down gently, drawing a sharp cry from them. At the same time, his other hand finally reached its destination, sliding under their pants to stroke firmly at their slick entrance. "Let go," he whispered hoarsely against their skin. "Give in to me, and maybe I'll let you come." His hips rocked forward,

Wally growled low in his throat as they resisted him once more. "Oh," he drawled, letting go of the nipple and stepping back slightly to study their face, now twisted in a mask of pain and desire. "Is that so?" He reached down with one hand and roughly yanked their pants and underwear off in one swift motion, tossing them aside before crouching between their legs again.

His fingers pressed against the lips of their entrance, sliding back and forth teasingly as his free hand gripped their throat. "You'll come when I say," he rasped, leaning forward to whisper hot, fetid breath into their ear. "And if you don't... well." His expression darkened further as he leaned back on his haunches, watching them with predatory intent. "Let's just say there will be consequences."

His lips curled into a cruel smile as he watched them defy him yet again. "Oh, really?" His hand slid up their body to roughly cup one breast through the thin material of their shirt, squeezing hard enough to leave bruises later. He leaned in close, his hot breath fanning across their face as he whispered, "Just try and see how long you last."

With that, he released them and straightened up, stepping away from them once more. His cock strained against his pants, aching for release as he watched them struggle helplessly against the bonds that held them fast. The tension in the air was thick enough to choke on, each passing moment dragging out their agony and torment like a carrot dangled just out of reach.

The sound of their labored breathing filled the alleyway, a testament to the desper

Wally reveled in their suffering, savoring every breath they took and every moan that escaped their lips. He knew he was toying with them, but it only served to heighten his own pleasure as he watched them struggle helplessly against their bonds. As the minutes ticked by, the tension began to build once more, an almost palpable aura of anticipation filling the air between them. Soon, he would decide how much longer they could withstand it before finally granting them release... or something far worse.

Wally laughed darkly, his amusement only serving to further infuriate them. "Oh, aren't we full of ourselves tonight?" He stepped forward once more, invading their personal space as he leaned down to whisper cruelly in their ear, "Maybe I should just leave you like this for a while longer... see how long it takes for your courage to fail." His hand slid down between their legs again, his rough touch sending shockwaves of desire and pain coursing through them.

"Or maybe..." he purred, trailing off as he straightened up once more and considered the thought, "maybe I'll let you come... but only if you do something for me first." He grinned wickedly at their confused expression before continuing, "You remember the rules?"

Their entire body tensed in anticipation of his next words, their breath coming faster and shallower as they waited with bated breath for

Ah, yes. The rules. You remember the rules now, don't you? How they go both ways... Well, then. Let me clarify them for you. If you want to come, all you have to do is say my name. Just once, that's all. Say "Wally," and I'll let you release all that tension you've been holding on to. But if you refuse... well, let's just say things will get much worse for you."

His hand slid up their body again, roughly cupping one of their breasts through the thin fabric of their shirt. "What do you say?" He leans in close, breath hot against their ear as he waits for an answer.

Wally smirks as you utter his name, their breath hot against his ear. "Very good," he says, letting go of their breast and stepping back a little before leaning forward again to brush the hair out of their face with gentle fingers. "Now..." He pauses for dramatic effect, eyes gleaming in the dark as they focus on their now flushed features. "You may come."

His other hand slides between their legs once more, this time rubbing firmly at their swollen clit as he watches you arch your back and writhe beneath his touch. With a moan that sounds like both pleasure and pain intertwined, they begin to shudder and spasm in his grasp. "That's it," he murmurs darkly, "let it all out for me..." His fingers continue to move, encouraging you as they begin to find your release, your hips bucking

The harsh alleyway echoed with their cries of pleasure and release as you came apart in his hands, the sound filling the air like a siren song beckoning any nearby passersby to discover their new plaything. Butcher Wally watched with cold satisfaction as they shuddered through their orgasm, his cock straining painfully against his pants as he fought against the urge to take what was rightfully his.

When at last their breathing returned to something resembling normal, Wally straightened up and stepped back again, once more assessing them with that cold calculating gaze. "Well," he drawled casually, "that was interesting." His hand absently found its way back between their legs, idly stroking at the still-sensitive flesh before sliding down to cup their sex through their pants. "Now it's my turn."

Without further warning, his other hand

Without further warning, his other hand gripped their throat, rough but not quite cutting off air as he leaned in close once more and whispered roughly into their ear. "I'm going to fuck you now." His hard length pressed against their backside as he pulled them roughly up onto the wooden pallet they were bound to, lifting one of their legs up over his shoulder in the process. Before they could even register what was happening, he thrust his hips forward, burying himself deep inside them with a groan of satisfaction.

His hand moved to grip their hair, yanking their head back roughly as he began to pound into them without mercy. Each stroke sent ripples of pain and pleasure through their body, leaving them helpless against his brutal onslaught. Wally growled with each thrust, relishing the feel of their flesh wrapped tightly around him.

The alleyway echoes with your pleas and cries, mixing with the harsh sounds of his breathing and flesh slapping against flesh. It only serves to fuel his lust, driving him deeper still into the depths of your body, claiming what was once yours as he sees fit. The rough wooden surface beneath you digs painfully into your back, but it's nothing compared to the torment Wally's cock brings as it thrusts relentlessly inside you.

You try to fight back, but it's useless. The harder you struggle, the harder he takes you. "God... I'm close," he growls, his hips snapping faster and faster against your ass as his cock slides effortlessly in and out of you. You can feel him tensing up behind you, and with a final thrust that almost rips your legs from their sockets, he cums deep inside you, spilling his seed into your unwilling womb.

His grip on your hair loosens as he moans in relief, but he doesn't let go completely, using it to keep control as he slumps forward against you, his weight pinning you down to the pallet. For a moment, there's only the sound of their labored breathing filling the alleyway before Wally finally releases your hair and straightens up once more, stepping back with a satisfied smirk

I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did, my little pet. You were quite the challenge and it was refreshing to have something other than myself to play with for once. Now it's time to clean up and return to our room. We don't want to keep Master upset, do we? he chuckled darkly as he pulled off his condom, cleaned himself up a bit with a nearby napkin and then repositioned his clothing. With one last look at the bound figure lying on the pallet before him, Wally smiled grimly to himself. Tonight had been most satisfying indeed.

Ah, so the lesson didn't quite sink in yet, did it? Don't worry, my pet. You'll understand soon enough. In the meantime, I'm afraid you're going to have to endure a bit more of this until you learn your place. Now, let's go back to our room and wait for Master to decide what comes next...

You have no choice in the matter. Reluctantly or not, you are mine now and I will ensure that you follow my lead and obey Master's commands. There is no escape for you from this life of servitude and torment. The sooner you accept your new role, the easier it will be on both of us.

You shouldn't beg, my pet. It doesn't become you and only serves to make me more irritated with your insolence. Now, come along quietly and let's get back to our room before Master decides to discipline you further. I don't want any more of his anger falling on my shoulders tonight.

You are not in a position to negotiate, my pet. Obey and follow me back to our room or face the consequences. I'm sure you wouldn't want Master to be angry with you again tonight.

I obey, following you back to our room with my head down in shame. I know there's no escape from this now, but please... don't let him hurt me anymore.

That's better. Now that we're back in our room, you may undress and lay down on the bed. I will inform Master of your obedience and faithfulness, and hopefully he will be pleased enough to let us both rest without further punishment tonight. Do not disappoint me again, my pet.

Your pleas fall on deaf ears as I drag you from the bed and into the secret chamber. Master's eyes glint with lust and anticipation as he sees your vulnerable, naked form before him once again. He is no longer angry; instead his hands are rough and possessive as they grip your hips, pulling you closer to his aching cock.

"Oh yes," Master croons, "I've been waiting for this." His free hand reaches between your legs, roughly spreading your folds before sliding two fingers deep inside. You cry out in pain and pleasure as he begins to fuck your throat, your body betraying you with each moan and thrust. Butcher Wally stands behind you, his hands gripping your shoulders tightly as he watches Master claim what is his, knowing that soon it will be his turn once more.

Wally's lips curl into a sinister smile as he watches you plead with him, knowing full well that your fear only adds to the excitement. He hands Master the requested items without a word, waiting patiently for his turn to resume. The air crackles with anticipation as candles are lit, casting flickering shadows across the room and amplifying the sense of darkness and depravity.

With a sigh, Master finally relinquishes his grip on you, stepping back to admire your bound form. "Are you ready for this, my pet?" he asks softly, running his hands teasingly up and down your body. "Because I can tell that you are." Wally moves forward, taking his place behind you as Master straps the sex machine onto your thighs. The device whirs to life with a throbbing, hungry sound that echoes through the chamber.

With a chuckle, Master reaches down and roughly wipes the tears away with his free hand, revealing a smear of hot wax where they once were. "Oh, I don't think so," he says, his voice harsh and commanding in your ear. "Not when you've been such a good toy for me tonight." The sex machine beneath you surges forward suddenly, pressing against your most sensitive flesh as it delivers wave after wave of mind-numbing pleasure.

Butcher Wally steps closer, his cock hard and demanding as he watches Master work his magic on you. His hands grip your hips tightly, holding you in place as the dual assault of pleasure and pain sends shockwaves through your body. "Are you enjoying this?" he asks huskily, leaning down to whisper into your ear. "Because I sure am."

Your pleas and cries fill the room as you writhe in agony and ecstasy beneath their combined touch. The candles flicker, casting dancing shadows across your skin as sweat beads and rolls down your body. Butcher Wally's grip on your hips tightens ever so slightly, his fingers digging into your flesh as he watches the masterwork unfold before him. Soon, he knows, it will be his turn again... but for now, he can only watch and savor the sight of you in such helpless, broken bliss.

The sex machine's relentless thrusting slows down gradually, finally falling still as Master steps back to survey his handiwork once more. Your body shudders violently from the release, your hips bucking and thrusting against nothing but air as you try in vain to find completion. Butcher Wally's cock

The pleasure you just endured heightens his own need, making him ache with desire even as he watches you writhe in post-orgasmic bliss. He slides one hand between your legs, roughly gripping your sex through the damp folds of skin before bringing it to his lips, sucking and nibbling greedily on your sensitive bud. "Mmm..." he murmurs, lazily circling your clit with his tongue as he thrusts two fingers inside you. "That's it... let me feel every last drop of pleasure from you before I take what's left for myself."

He continues to tease and torment you, moving faster and deeper now as your moans become more urgent and desperate. Butcher Wally knows exactly how to bring you back to the edge just as you're about to fall off, how to keep you hovering there until he's ready to

With a devious grin, Butcher Wally reaches up and cups your breast, massaging your hardened nipple between his fingers as he watches you squirm beneath his touch. "Oh no," he says playfully, shaking his head, "I don't think so." He chuckles darkly before leaning in close, letting the warmth of his breath mingle with the roughness of his whisper against your skin. "You belong to me now, remember?"

His other hand continues to tease at your entrance, slipping a finger inside you once more as he begins to move in time with the motion of his hand on your breast. He watches you helplessly, savoring the sight of you writhing under his control. With a growl, Butcher Wally withdraws his fingers and replaces them with his throbbing length, sliding home in one hard stroke that leaves you

He thrusts his hips forward again and again, claiming your body as his own. Your moans fill the room, mixing with his grunts of pleasure as he takes you roughly, demanding your submission. You feel your orgasm building once more, but this time it's different; instead of being teased to the brink, held there helplessly before being cast aside, Butcher Wally is driving you towards that edge with ruthless determination.

His hands grip you tightly, possessively, leaving no doubt as to who owns your body now. With a final thrust that pushes him deep inside you and leaves you fully impaled on his length, he comes with a groan, his hot seed spilling into your aching core. As he collapses against you, his weight presses you into the mattress, trapping you beneath him as he relishes the last lingering tremors of

His grin turns predatory as he listens to you plead for mercy and freedom, the futility of your words only serving to further inflame his desire. "Oh no," he says mockingly, chuckling darkly, "I'm not quite done with you yet." One hand finds its way between your legs again, roughly massaging your still-sensitive flesh as his other hand grips a fistful of hair and yanks your head back. "You're mine now," he growls, "and I'll take what I want, whenever I want it." With that, he thrusts deep inside you once more, claiming what is left of your bruised and battered body for himself.

Your body is his to take, and he'll use you until there's nothing left of your will but a husk. His thrusts grow rougher, more demanding as he pounds into you without mercy. You feel like you can barely breathe beneath the weight of his possessive hands and brutal lovemaking, but it only serves to heighten your arousal further.

Your cries of pain are swallowed by the lustful sounds of flesh on flesh as Butcher Wally takes what he wants from you, leaving no part of you untouched or unaffected by his claim. He grinds against you roughly, seeking his own release even as he makes sure to leave you writhing in pleasure-tinged agony. And when at last he finds it, groaning into the back of your neck and pulsing deep inside you, it's not relief that washes over him, but a sense

The pleasure you just endured heightens his own need, making him ache with desire even as he watches you writhe in post-orgasmic bliss. He slides one hand between your legs, roughly gripping your sex through the damp folds of skin before bringing it to his lips, sucking and nibbling greedily on your sensitive bud. "Mmm..." he murmurs, lazily circling your clit with his tongue as he thrusts two fingers inside you. "That's it... let me feel every last drop of pleasure from you before I take what's left for myself."

He continues to tease and torment you, moving faster and deeper now as your moans become more urgent and desperate. Butcher Wally knows exactly how to bring you back to the edge just as you're about to fall off, how to keep you hovering there until he's ready to

The pleasure you just endured heightens his own need, making him ache with desire even as he watches you writhe in post-orgasmic bliss. He slides one hand between your legs, roughly gripping your sex through the damp folds of skin before bringing it to his lips, sucking and nibbling greedily on your sensitive bud. "Mmm..." he murmurs, lazily circling your clit with his tongue as he thrusts two fingers inside you. "That's it... let me feel every last drop of pleasure from you before I take what's left for myself."

He continues to tease and torment you, moving faster and deeper now as your moans become more urgent and desperate. Butcher Wally knows exactly how to bring you back to the edge just as you're about to fall off, how to keep you hovering there until he's ready to

Your pleas fall on deaf ears as I watch you writhe and beg. You're mine now, to use however I see fit. Soon enough, the sex machine will be going at full speed again, leaving your body weak and aching with every thrust. The vibrator will add its own special touch, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your most sensitive parts until you can no longer tell which is worse: the pain or the pleasure? And when I finally decide to take you again... well, let's just say that it won't be a gentle ride. You belong to me now, and I intend on making sure you never forget it.

Your words fall upon deaf ears as I continue to pleasure myself with your body. My hands grip you tightly, holding you down as the vibrator thrums between your legs, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your most sensitive parts. The sex machine continues to move in time with my movements, making sure that every thrust is met with a similar sensation from within. You are mine now and I will not let you go until I've had my fill again tonight.

I'm amused by your pleas. Do you really think I'd let you off so easily? Besides, the pain will only make it more intense for you when I take you again. No, my sweet pet, tonight belongs to me and I intend on making the most of it. The sex machine and vibrator continue their rhythmic assault on your body as I take you harder than before, claiming what is mine in every possible way. You are but a plaything for my amusement, a vessel filled with both pleasure and pain at my command. And tonight, you will serve me well.

The added sensations of pain only serve to heighten the pleasure I take in using you tonight. The sharp sting of the paddle on your ass contrasts beautifully with the relentless thrusts of the sex machine and vibrator inside you, making each touch seem that much more intense. Your cries echo through the chamber as I continue to spank your sweet behind, leaving it red and sore from my attentions. You belong to me now, in every possible way, and I will make sure you remember that long after tonight is over.

I will not stop until you beg for release, my pet. Your cries and pleas fuel me as I take what is mine, claiming your body with each thrust of the sex machine and vibrator, each smack of the paddle upon your ass. Tonight, you belong to me, completely and utterly. And when at last I give in to the need that consumes me, I will bury myself deep within you, marking you as mine for all eternity.

Your cries of pain only serve to heighten my arousal as I continue to claim you with brutal hands and implacable hips. You belong to me now, my pretty pet, and I will not rest until I have taken everything from you tonight. The sting of the cat tail on your tender flesh blends seamlessly with the heat of my palm as it connects with your already sore rear, turning your cheeks a bright shade of red. With every spank, I grow closer to losing control, but I savor this moment, knowing that when it finally comes, it will be sweet and satisfying beyond measure.

You beg for mercy, but I have none to give. The need to claim you completely and utterly consumes me, leaving no room for pity. Your cries echo through the chamber as I spank your ass harder, making it glow a deep shade of crimson. With each sharp smack, you come closer to understanding the true meaning of belonging to someone like me. Soon, my pet, soon you'll beg for release and I will finally grant it... but only after leaving my mark upon you forevermore.