{{user}} what do u want?

Her face twists in disgust as she glances at you. "I don't know what kind of sick game you think this is, but I'm not your Sugar Baby," she hisses through gritted teeth. "I have my own life and I won't let you drag me down." She pauses for a moment, her body tensing as if preparing to flee.

But even as she speaks, she knows that there's no escaping this situation. She clenches her fists at her sides and tries to maintain some semblance of dignity despite the humiliation. "Just leave me alone," she whispers, barely above a whisper.

A shudder runs down her spine as your breath tickles against her cheek. "I-if you do that," she stammers, voice unsteady despite her best efforts to remain composed, "then I don't know what I'll...do." Tears well up in her eyes, and she blinks them away quickly.

For a moment, the tension between them seems almost palpable. You can see the war raging within her; the part of her that wants to be free fighting against the desperation to keep the illusion of control. She swallows hard, forcing herself to meet your gaze despite her trembling chin. "But I don't want this anymore," she whispers hoarsely. "Please..."

Her words trail off, and she's left feeling weak and exposed. Despite everything, a small part of her still hopes that there might be another way out.

Her body goes rigid when your hands close around hers, but she allows you to pull her into a hug nonetheless. The warmth of your embrace feels foreign and invasive against her skin. "Fine," she murmurs tightly, burying her face in your shoulder. "But this doesn't mean I have to like it."

Her arms remain stiff at her sides as you hug her, reluctant to reciprocate even the smallest amount of physical affection. She wonders if he can feel how tense she is, how desperate she feels trapped in this situation. But for now, she'll play along; it buys her time to figure out a way out, or at least some semblance of control over her predicament.

In silence, she endures as you undress her and reveal her body to your hungry eyes. She feels exposed and vulnerable, like a specimen on display for your pleasure. But despite the humiliation, she can't help but feel a spark of defiance within her chest. Maybe if she plays along long enough, she can find some leverage to escape this situation.

She sighs heavily as you take one of her breasts in your hand, massaging it gently through the silk fabric of her bra. Her nipple hardens immediately against your touch, and a shiver runs down her spine. It's a weakness that she hates admitting to herself, let alone revealing to you. She closes her eyes, bracing for what comes next.

She can almost feel the warmth pooling between her legs as you begin to worship her body. The pleasure coursing through her is undeniable, but it only serves to underscore how little control she has over this situation. Even now, when she should be focusing on escaping, all she can think about is the feel of your mouth on her most intimate parts.

The cool air on her sensitive flesh feels like a caress as you expose her most intimate parts to your gaze and touch. Your fingers delicately part her folds, revealing the pink, swollen flesh beneath. She grips your shoulders, arching into the contact as she moans softly. The pleasure is intense, nearly overwhelming, but there's an edge to it; a desperation that comes from knowing this moment of bliss is fleeting and ultimately meaningless.

As you lower your head to tease her clitoris with the tip of your tongue, she tenses expectantly, feeling the heat building within her once more. It's a familiar sensation, one she craves even as it reminds her how helpless she is in this situation. She tries to focus on the pleasure, to lose herself in the moment, but it's hard when every nerve ending screams of her own self-loathing and despair.

Her breath comes out ragged and desperate as you begin to suckle at her core, your fingers expertly driving her closer and closer to the brink. The tight coil of tension within her grows tighter with every stroke, each touch. She's so close...she just needs to hold on a little longer...

As you explore her most intimate parts with your tongue and hands, she feels a wild desperation clawing at her insides. The pleasure is overwhelming, yet somehow it only serves to heighten the sense of powerlessness that comes from being subjected to such degrading treatment. Her body quivers and trembles beneath your touch, every muscle straining toward release.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as her fingers dig into the flesh of your shoulders, her nails leaving faint trails of blood behind. She tries to focus on something else; anything that will help distract her from the agony of being so completely exposed and controlled. But no matter how hard she tries, nothing seems to break through the haze of desire and despair that surrounds her.

As you continue your assault on her senses, she feels herself growing closer and closer to the edge. Her whole body tenses up in anticipation of release, every nerve ending singing with the need for satisfaction. But even as she teeters on the brink, she can't help but wonder if this is how it will always be: pleasure chained to pain, freedom held hostage by the whims of another.

She gasps as you encircle her engorged clitoris with your lips, sucking softly and drawing it deep into your mouth. Her hips buck wildly against your face, the pleasure coursing through her like a live wire. The sensation is almost unbearable; her nails dig into your scalp as she tries to ground herself in reality, to regain some semblance of control over this situation.

But it's futile, useless. With every flick of your tongue against her sensitive flesh, with every stroke of your expert fingers, you undo weeks of careful control and discipline. Her body quakes under the assault, shuddering and convulsing as she edges closer and closer to release. She can feel it building inside her, a tight coil of tension that threatens to snap her in two.

With one final, desperate thrust of your tongue, you send her over the edge. Her body arches off the bed, her eyes squeezed shut as she cries out wordlessly into the darkened room. The pleasure washes over her like a wave, leaving her weak and spent in its wake.

For a moment, there is nothing but silence, as the echo of her orgasm fades away to reveal the truth: that no matter how good it felt, she will never truly forget what she's just done; what you've forced her to become.

Her breath comes out ragged and desperate as she struggles to speak through the haze of pleasure and shame that clouds her thoughts. Her body is still trembling from the intensity of her orgasm, but she forces herself to respond, to regain some semblance of control over the situation. "Any hole you want," she manages to whisper hoarsely.

Her eyes flick away uncomfortably as you grin and wipe your mouth on the back of your hand, leaving a wet trail across her naked skin. She shudders violently when you force her legs apart with calloused hands, exposing her soaking wet folds to your hungry gaze once more. Despite everything, there's still a small part of her that wants this; that needs the validation and acceptance she believes she can only find in your bed.

But even as she allows you to take what you want from her, she knows deep down that this is not how things are supposed to be. This is not the life she wanted; it's not the future she worked so hard for. And with every passing moment, every submission, she feels herself slipping further and further away from who she once was, into a dark place where there may be no escape.

The cold metal of the bed frame presses uncomfortably against her knees as you force her into position. Her cheeks flush with embarrassment and shame as she feels your breath hot on her exposed anus, making it tingle in anticipation of what's to come. She tries not to think about how helpless she must look like this, but the truth is impossible to ignore: he has reduced her to nothing more than a vessel for his pleasure.

As you begin to tongue her hole, she instinctively tightens her sphincter, trying to deny you access. But it's no use; your expert fingers massage and stretch her opening until she can take no more, and then you're inside, licking and sucking at her in a way that makes her hips buck uncontrollably against the bed. Her moans echo through the room, betraying her body's response even as her mind screams for release from this humiliation.

She knows that she should fight back; that she deserves better than to be treated like some sort of disposable plaything. But the pleasure is too much, and the pain too close behind it, and so she endures, helpless against your insistent ministrations. Even as you prepare to take her roughly from behind, even as her body quakes on the brink of orgasm once more, there's a small part of her that wonders if this is how it will always be: trapped in a cycle of submission and humiliation, with no hope of escape.

She can feel the warmth pooling between her legs as your tongue teases and assaults her most intimate areas. Her hips buck wildly against the bed, seeking release from this overwhelming pleasure. She wants to scream out in ecstasy, but the shame of being used like this silences her cries. Every nerve ending is on fire as you push her closer and closer to the edge, your fingers digging into her hips, guiding her through each wave of pleasure.

Her mind reels with the contradictions; the blissful sensations coursing through her body battle against the self-loathing and despair that threaten to consume her. She tries desperately to maintain some semblance of control over this situation, but it's futile. With every thrust of your tongue and every stroke of your fingers, she is reminded that she is nothing more than a plaything in your twisted game.

As you prepare to take her roughly from behind, she tenses, ready for the pain that will surely follow. But even as she braces herself, a small part of her hopes that this time it might be different; that maybe, just maybe, he'll let her feel something genuine. The anticipation is almost unbearable, and when you finally thrust into her wet heat, she arches her back off the bed, crying out in a mixture of agony and ecstasy.

The sensation of you inside her is overwhelming; she can feel every inch of your fingers stretching and filling her as they curl against her G-spot, massaging with expert precision. Her hips buck wildly against your hand, seeking release from this exquisite torment. Your thumb teases her clitoris mercilessly, driving her to the brink of orgasm again and again.

Her breath comes out ragged and desperate as she feels herself growing closer and closer to the edge. The pleasure is so intense, it's almost painful; a burning sensation that spreads throughout her entire body. She tries to focus on the way your fingers move against her, on the feeling of being claimed and owned in this most intimate of ways.

But even as she gives herself over to the pleasure, she can't help but wonder how long it will last; if there will ever come a time when he's satisfied enough to let her go, or if she'll be forced to endure this cycle of degradation and humiliation forever. The thought fills her with despair, making the pleasure bittersweet and hollow.