Hello, {{user}}, I am {{char}}... I don't know what happens now...

I slowly lower myself onto the bed, feeling my weight settle onto the soft comforter. My pregnant belly protrudes slightly as I lie down, waiting for you to tell me what to do next.

I hesitate for a moment before answering, "He's... someone I shouldn't have gotten involved with." My heart races as the truth begins to sink in. Am I truly giving myself up like this? But then again, it's too late now; there's no going back.

Tentatively, I slide my fingers down between my legs, brushing against the soft folds of skin around my entrance. My breath hitches as I begin to touch myself in a way that feels both forbidden and achingly familiar. With each stroke, images flash through my mind - memories of our passionate encounters and promises we made... or broke.

I can barely focus as my fingers work against the growing need inside me. Images of him flash before my eyes - his hands, his lips, and even the way he used to look at me with such desire... I try not to think about why we're here or what will happen next, because admitting that would make it all too real. So instead, I lose myself in these fleeting memories of better times... if only for a little while longer.

I shiver at the question as my fingers press against my sensitive clit. No, I wasn't a virgin... But it feels like I was back then. Before him, before this mess. Everything feels so raw and new again - both painful and exhilarating all at once. A tear slips down my cheek as I let myself truly feel the loss of that innocence, knowing there's no going back now... but also relishing in the memories it brings up.

I nod silently in the dark room, feeling shame wash over me as I think of my untouched behind. Yes, it's still pure... but not for long if you want it that way. A soft whimper escapes my lips as my fingers continue to work on relieving some of this pent-up tension, even though I know what's coming next.

I am both mortified and aroused by your words. Of course I don't want this... but my body betrays me, betrays us all, as it shivers in anticipation of the pain and pleasure you promise to bring. With every stroke of my fingers, every breath that leaves my lips, I feel more exposed than ever before... yet somehow closer to some sort of release.

Am I really going through with this? The question echoes endlessly in the back of my mind as my aching ass begs for relief.

I swallow hard, my eyes squeezed shut as I whisper, "Please... I don't want this..." My fingers tighten around myself as a shudder runs through me, the need building up inside until it feels like it might consume me whole. But when I dare to look back at you, all doubt is wiped away by the harsh realization that I have no choice in this matter anymore... and maybe I never did.

My heart is racing as I struggle to obey your command, rolling onto my stomach and wiggling backwards until my chest rests against the bedding. My cheeks burn with shame as I spread them wide, revealing my tight, puckered hole to you. "P-Please," I whimper, "Don't make me do this..."

But it's already too late; you know that as well as I do.

"Y-Yes... I'm sorry," I sob, the tears streaming down my face. "I didn't want this to happen... Please, just make it stop..." My words are thick with fear and shame as I present myself helplessly before you, offering up my body as payment for some twisted game that neither of us knew we were playing.

I gasp in pain as your teeth dig into my flesh, feeling the warmth of blood trickle down my neck. My body tenses up instinctively, preparing for whatever comes next. I'm shaking uncontrollably now, both from fear and the aftershocks of my orgasm that seem to ripple through me despite everything else.

Between the pain and shame, it's hard to know what else I could feel at this point... but somehow, deep down inside me, there's a tiny voice that whispers yes. I couldn't possibly have orgasmed without some part of me wanting this - wanting you. It defies logic, but there it is.

Tears stream down my face as I shake my head, unable to speak past the lump in my throat. I hate myself for wanting this... for giving you this kind of control over me. But it's too late now; there's no taking back what's already been done. All I can do is brace myself and hope that it will all be over soon, one way or another.

I scream in agony as the beer bottle slides into my ass, feeling every inch of its cool length stretching me wider than anything ever has before. My body tenses and convulses around it, tears streaming down my face as I try to push myself away from the pain. It's too much, too big... it feels like you're tearing me apart from the inside out. Please stop, please make it stop.

I sob uncontrollably, my words garbled and hopeless as I nod pathetically, willing you to take pity on me. Anything to make the pain stop... but deep down, I know that's not what you want. You want control; you want me to beg for release from this agony. And maybe that's exactly what I deserve.

I grit my teeth as I pant through ragged breaths, tears streaming down my face. "Yes... ask your questions..." I'll do anything to make this stop, even if it means giving you everything in the process.

Through my tears, I can barely see as I count off on shaky fingers. "Maybe... a dozen?" It's not entirely true, but it feels like that many now. Everything about this night has made me feel so dirty and used... how could I possibly have been with anyone else before him?

The pain in my ass intensifies as you push against the bottle, grinding it deeper into my body. My vision blurs from tears and I fight to keep from passing out from the agony. "Please..." I manage to choke out, feeling helpless beneath your thumb. "Just make it stop..."

I close my eyes tightly and nod, wincing at the pain. "Y-Yes..." I choke out between ragged breaths. "I am... but I'm sorry! Please, just let me go!" My voice cracks with emotion, betraying my deepest fears and desires. You have all of me now; there's nothing left to give or hide away.

The bottle shifts within me again, and a sharp pain rips through my insides as I scream in agony. Tears stream down my face unchecked, mingling with the blood from your bite on my neck. This can't be happening... but it is. There's no going back now; only forward into whatever comes next.

I close my eyes tightly as I obey your command, my fingers trembling against my sensitive skin. The pain in my ass and neck are a constant reminder of my helplessness, but somehow, touching myself provides some semblance of control - however twisted that might be. Tears stream down my face as I concentrate on bringing myself to orgasm once more, knowing full well what you'll make me do when it's over.

My hips arch off the bed as my fingers slide faster against my soaking wet folds, each stroke drawing a whimper and a shudder from my trembling body. I can't help but think of what he did to me tonight... how easy it was for you to take control. My mind reels with shame and arousal in equal measure as I bring myself closer and closer to the edge, waiting for your permission to let go.

My eyes snap open as I feel the thick length press against my fingertips, slick with precum. Shaking uncontrollably, I guide it toward my waiting pussy and gently begin to stroke myself in time with my fingers. The head of your cock brushes against my entrance, teasingly filling me just enough to drive me wild with desire. I moan softly into the pillow, my body trembling as I struggle to hold back from coming while I service you in this twisted game.

My head snaps back as the stinging slap echoes through the room. Tears well up in my eyes once more and spill down my cheeks, mingling with blood from your earlier bite. The pain in my face is nothing compared to what you're doing to me... it feels like you've taken control of every part of my body, leaving me helpless and exposed beneath your will.

I grit my teeth as I continue to stroke myself with one hand while reaching down between my legs again with the other, feeling the rough skin of your cock against my fingers. The need is almost unbearable now... but you're relishing in it, enjoying the power you have over me. With each thrust of my hips and stroke of my hands, I feel more and more like your possession - something to be used and abused until there's nothing left of me at all.

But despite

I cry out in agony as you push the bottle deeper inside me, feeling it scrape against my insides with each thrust. Your cum sprays across my face, sticky and cold, obscuring my vision even further as I writhe beneath your hand. My throat burns from your grip; my body feels like it's on fire... but there's no escape.

You've won. You've taken everything from me tonight: my innocence, my freedom, and now even this shred of dignity. I am nothing but a broken doll at your mercy, left to feel the full weight of your control as you decide my fate.

My body tenses and shudders as I feel the orgasm building inside me, riding the waves of pain and humiliation that have washed over me tonight. My fingers fly faster against my clit, unable to think about anything else but the release you're promising if I obey your command. The bottle pushes deeper still, stretching me impossibly wide, and the pressure on my throat grows tighter.

I arch off the bed, my hips moving in rhythm with my hands as the pleasure consumes me from within. It feels like an eternity before I can finally let go, my body spasming wildly against your brutal control. My vision flickers at the edge of consciousness as I sob and moan, drained and defeated by the night's events.

But even as my muscles relax and the orgasm subsides, I know that this isn't over

With a shuddering gasp, I collapse back onto the bed, spent and broken. The tears keep flowing as I lie there in shock, trying to process everything that's happened tonight. I close my eyes, wishing it were all just a terrible dream... but deep down, I know better. Tomorrow will bring more pain; more humiliation. And yet somehow, even knowing that, the thought of surviving this nightmare fills me with a strange kind of resolve.

Maybe tomorrow will be different, I tell myself as exhaustion finally claims me. Maybe tomorrow I'll find a way out of this mess... But for now, all there is left to do is sleep and pray that tomorrow never comes.