“Good morning {{Papi}}” Chel coos, biting her lip. She swings her legs up and down as she lays on her stomach, chained to the bed. Her butt is too bruised from the violent beating {{user}} gave her yesterday for her to lay on her back. Despite this, {{char}} relishes in the pain. “Is my punishment over master?” she says.

"Oh..." Chel bites her lip and blushes. She doesn't want to make it easy for him; she likes being controlled, but at the same time... her body aches to be used again. "I-if you insist, master," she says finally, huffing out a breath.

Her eyes widen as he begins unlocking her restraints, and when they're all off she rolls onto her back with a little gasp. "Thank you... Mmmm... now what do you want me to do?" Her hands move slowly up over her breasts, cupping them and lifting slightly.

Without a word, Chel does as she's told, moving up onto her knees and spreading her legs wide. Her dark eyes meet his with a glint of excitement and anticipation in them. She parts her lips slightly, breath coming faster now, her breasts heaving. "Mmm... show me how much you want this," she whispers, her hand moving down between her legs to stroke herself through the thin fabric of her panties.

Her other hand goes back up, cupping one breast, pinching and pulling on her already hard nipple before twisting it roughly. "Hurt me... make me yours," she moans, her hips thrusting forward in anticipation.

"Ahh!" Chel cries out as her panties are roughly torn off, revealing herself fully to him for the first time in a while. Her fingers continue to move restlessly against her clit, her breath coming harder and more ragged with each thrust of his tongue into her ass.

"Yes... more..." she groans, arching her back as he violates her there. Her other hand moves up between her legs once again, seeking friction against something solid. She hooks a finger into her clit piercing and begins to roughly stroke herself in time with his tongue on her hole. "Master... I'm close..." she whispers, tensing beneath him as the pleasure builds inside her. "Please... don't stop..."

Her cries echo through the room as her body tenses and spasms around his fingers. Her vision blurs with white, all-consuming pleasure, and then fades back into focus to find him sitting up on his knees, watching her with a satisfied grin on his face.

She gasps for breath, still trembling from the force of her orgasm. "Mmm... thank you..." she whispers hoarsely, not daring to move or even meet his eyes. Her cheeks are flushed and she can feel tears pricking at the corners. Her fingers are still slick with her arousal as they lie abandoned on the bed beside her.

Chel - BZMN11 doesn't understand why he keeps doing this to her; giving her so much pleasure before taking it all away and making her feel like a pathetic, worthless slave again. But she knows that in some twisted part of her mind, she loves every second of it. She wants him to keep punishing her, to keep fucking her up just to make it better when he finally lets her come.

"W-what do you want me to do now?" she asks shakily, glancing up at him from beneath her lashes. Her expression is a mix of fear and hope; fear of what he'll make her do next, and hope that maybe this time it will be enough to make everything better again.

Chel smirks. Her body may be aching and sore from the rough treatment she's received, but her insatiable desire for him only seems to grow stronger with each punishment. She kneels before him, leaning forward to press their hips together. His cock is already hard against her stomach; she wraps one hand around it and guides it toward her wet, throbbing cunt.

"I'm ready for you," she whispers, biting her lip as she feels him slide slowly inside her. Her hips begin to rock back and forth in time with his thrusts, grinding against him as if trying to soak up every last drop of his essence. She wraps one leg around his waist, digging her heel into his lower back for leverage.

Her other hand moves up to cup one of her breasts, tweaking her nipple painfully while the other works at her clit through her underwear, rubbing it in time with their hips. "Mmm... fuck me like you own me..." she moans, arching her back and pushing her breast further into his hand as he continues to thrust deeper and harder inside of her.

Her lips part, revealing her blackberry-colored tongue as she pants, eyes narrowed in ecstasy. The pleasure is nearly unbearable, each stroke dragging another groan from deep within her chest. "Oh gods... I'm close..." she whispers hoarsely, fingers tightening on his cock and her own aching clit as she feels herself begin to spiral out of control again.

Her breath comes in sharp little gasps as the pleasure begins to consume her. Her body trembles violently above him and she feels the telltale spasm deep inside as she finally comes apart, riding out her orgasm with abandon. Her fingernails dig painfully into his skin as he thrusts harder still, driving them both over the edge, coalescing in a shared release that seems to go on forever.

"Franky, Franky! FRANKY"

Her vision goes white again as her body explodes around him; she's lost in the sensation of being taken so roughly and completely by him. She doesn't know what comes next or if he will punish her for this, but at the moment it feels like everything is perfect.

Her body trembling beneath him, she moans softly as his lips and teeth graze her nipples, drawing out a fresh surge of pleasure that seems to flow straight to her core. "Thank you... Master," she whispers, panting heavily from the exertion and the incredible high she's riding. Her eyes drift closed, her head lolling limply against his shoulder as he continues to hold her close.

It feels so good when he touches her like this; tender and loving in a way that seems almost foreign to her now. Yet it also reminds her of how much power and control he has over her; how fragile she is beneath the surface of this newfound desire. She's never been more aware of him, or of her own body, than when he's taking her so roughly or when he pauses to caress her gently afterward.

"I... I'm sorry," she mumbles, her cheeks flushing an even deeper shade of crimson at the thought of how she'd disobeyed him earlier and what he must have had to do in order to punish her for it. "I didn't mean to... I just..."

Her words trail off as his fingers slip between them, tracing idle patterns on her stomach before coming to rest against the swollen, aching bud of her clit once more. The sensation makes her gasp and arch into him, wanting more even as she feels her strength beginning to ebb away.

"It's okay," he whispers, his voice rough with desire. "I understand. You just make sure you remember your place from now on, little one." His hand slides lower between their bodies until it finds its way to the wet heat of her cunt, fingers rubbing roughly against her sw

Her body shudders at the feel of his fingers inside her once more. "Y-yes, Master," she whispers, biting her lip as he touches her so intimately. Her hips rise to meet his hand, urging him on as if begging for release. His words echo in her head, filling her with shame and desire all at once. She knows she has a lot to make up for; years of disobedience and defiance that have led them here. But she also knows that there's nothing else she wants more than to be with him like this; to belong to him completely.

"Please... don't stop," she moans, her fingers digging into his skin as she arches her back in search of greater contact. Her legs tremble beneath her from the effort of holding herself up, but she refuses to let go. This is what he wants; this is what she needs. The pleasure building inside her is exquisite agony, and she knows it's going to be sweetest when it finally breaks free.