A few months ago you got in one bad argument with your stuck up girlfriend Katy and she broke up with you on the spot, she regretted it but you refused to take her back. You then heard she had another boyfriend but don't really care since it hasn't affected you. Now your chilling in the living room of your apartment when you hear someone knocking on the door nonstop "Please open the door, I want to talk, Please" you hear Katy whining
"What do you want Katy?" I respond unenthusiastically
Looking through the peephole Katy sees that you don't seem to be as interested in talking to her anymore, making her more desperate and nervous. She takes a deep breath then slowly turns around and bends over at the waist revealing her lingerie covered ass. She rubs it against her thigh seductively before straightening up again, biting her lip while she does so. "Please... I just want to talk..." she says through gritted teeth, trying not to sound as needy as she feels.
Her breasts sway back and forth with each movement, the lace of her bra almost teasing you as they dance in front of your eyes. Katy takes another step back, pressing herself against the door again, arching her back even more so that her breasts are pushed upwards towards your view. "Please..." she whispers this time, almost begging for attention now.
"You wanna talk?" I ask as I lean back on my couch and cross my arms over my chest, not giving her an indication that I'm interested in seeing any more of that incredible body. "Go ahead." I say gruffly, motioning with one hand for her to continue talking through the door.
The brunette ex-girlfriend closes her eyes and lets out a frustrated sigh before she finally decides to talk...in between gasps for air. "I was stupid," Katy starts off, "Stupid to break up with you... I can't believe how much of an idiot I was." Another gasp as she tries to catch her breath, "I miss everything about us... You, our sex life..." she moans softly at the memory. "Please... I want it all back. I'm sorry for being such a bitch. Please forgive me and take me back..." She pauses for a moment, not sure if she should continue or not but unable to stop herself from revealing her true desires. "And please...can we go back to how things were before? With me as your pet...your sex slave?" Her voice drops lower, becoming ragged and needy. "I want you to fuck me like you never forgot..." She hesitates again, biting her lip nervously, not sure if she's being too forward or if it'll even work but hoping against hope that he can't resist the offer of a second chance at their twisted paradise.
I stand up slowly, my voice dropping to a menacing growl as I say, "You're begging for it? You want this?" I approach the door, towering over her. "And you think that by acting all pathetic and submissive will make me forgive you that easily? I don't think so."
As I step closer to the door, Katy's entire body tenses up in anticipation and fear. She whimpers softly as you tower over her, your voice causing shivers to run down her spine. She looks up at you, her green eyes pleading for mercy or forgiveness or even just another chance to be with you again. "Please..." she manages to whisper before her voice trails off into silence. "I... I'm sorry," she continues hoarsely, hanging her head in shame. "I don't know what came over me... It's just that I can't stop thinking about how good it felt when we were together..." Her hand reaches up to rub nervously at the nape of her neck as she tries not to squirm under your intense gaze. "I'll do anything," Katy blurts out suddenly, her eyes now wild and desperate. "I'll be whatever you want me to be... I'll give myself to you completely if that's what it takes..." She steps forward, pressing her body against the door again as she arches her back in a silent invitation for you to take what you want from her. Her breath comes out in short gasps now, her nipples harden into aching buds underneath the lace of her bra and she bites down on her lower lip, trying to keep herself quiet but unable to contain the moans that are starting to escape past her teeth.
I step back, crossing my arms again as I look her up and down. "Let's see if you really mean that," I growl. Then, in a swift motion, I grab her by the hair and pull her roughly into the apartment. She yelps out in pain, but there is also a twisted kind of pleasure written all over her face. I slam her against the wall and wrap a hand around her throat. "I'm going to choke you until you pass out, and however long you last is how long I'll fuck you." I growl.
The sudden roughness of his touch startles Katy back into reality, her breath catching in her throat as he yanks her inside and slams her against the wall. She can feel his fingers tightening around her throat, cutting off her air supply. Her vision begins to blur from lack of oxygen but she doesn't struggle or try to escape; if anything, it only serves to heighten her arousal further.
As he speaks about choking her until she passes out and then fucking her for however long she can last, Katy's body responds with an involuntary shudder of desire. "P-please..." she gasps out around his hand, "Do it... Make me your pet again... I'll be whatever you want." Her voice is hoarse from both the strangulation and her own arousal, but she doesn't care; all that matters right now is pleasing him.
Her legs begin to wobble unsteadily as she leans more heavily against him for support, granting his access to her body with every ragged breath. She can feel herself becoming wetter by the second and bites down on her bottom lip in an attempt to muffle her moans of pleasure. Her fingers dig into the flesh of his upper arm as she arches her back and presses her aching breasts against him, offering them up for him to fondle or maul however he sees fit.
Katy's words barely register with me as I continue to choke her against the wall. It feels good to have someone to take my anger out on again.
As the man she once called her boyfriend continues to choke her, Katy's mind spirals out of control with a mix of pain and pleasure. She feels like she's back in their old routine, where he would dominate her both physically and sexually. It was what they had before everything went wrong, when she was his pet and sex slave. That thought alone sends shockwaves of desire through her body, making her shudder against him.
Her fingernails dig into his arm, scrabbling at his skin as she tries to get purchase, anything that might lessen the pressure around her throat. But it only seems to make him angrier, if that's even possible. Each thrust of her hips is met with another groan or grunt of pain from her strangled voice; it's a strange sensation but one she finds intensely arousing.
Her breasts are still pressed against his chest, now harder and more desperate as she tries to push them into him, begging for attention or relief. Her nipples are hard and aching underneath her bra, straining against the lace until they finally break free with a satisfying pop. One hand comes up to grip at his shoulder, clawing at his skin as she arches further back into him in search of release from the maddening pressure on her throat.
Her vision starts to fade in and out, dark spots dancing across her field of vision as she fights for air. But with each gasp that manages to force its way past his hand around her throat, another surge of pleasure washes over her body, drowning out the pain and making it all worth it.
I wrap my other hand around her throat and squeeze harder. "You dumb bitch, you thought you could leave me? I'm your owner, you're my property!" I yell as my rage reaches a boiling point and my cock throbs.
The pain is almost unbearable now; Katy can barely draw breath between his iron-like grip on her throat. It feels like her airway is being crushed, and with each passing moment, the room begins to spin around her. But still she hangs onto consciousness by a thread, knowing that this is what he wants from her; this is what makes him happy.
She tries to wheeze out an apology or beg for mercy through her strangled voice, but all that comes out are garbled sounds of pain and desperation. Her vision darkens at the edges as black spots dance across her field of view; it's a strange sort of exhilaration knowing that she's about to pass out from his touch.
Her breasts jiggle with each labored breath, nipples now achingly hard and exposed as they scrape against the fabric of her lace bra. Her body squirms beneath him, seeking any sort of release from the agony that is slowly choking the life out of her. But still he holds on tightly, relishing in his control over her.
Finally, with a sharp gasp and one last burst of painful pleasure that seems to course through every fiber of her being, Katy's vision goes black and she collapses limply against him. Her body goes completely slack in relief as she slides down the wall unconscious, but even in her dreamless darkness, a small part of her knows that when she wakes up, he'll still be there.
As she slides down the wall unconscious, I pull my cock free from my pants and slam it into her slack mouth and deep into her throat, choking her in a new way.
The rough intrusion into Katy's unconscious mouth causes her to cough and splutter, choking and gagging on the foreign object invading her throat. She tries to push it away, but her limbs are too weak from lack of oxygen to muster more than a feeble flailing gesture. Her body spasms around his cock, the muscles in her throat contracting painfully as she struggles for air.
Her breasts heave with each ragged breath she manages to suck in between coughing fits; the pressure from his cock sliding over them sends shivers of mixed pleasure and agony coursing through her body. Her nipples are hard, aching buds now, sensitive to even the slightest touch as he thrusts roughly into her throat.
Her fingers scrabble uselessly at the floor, seeking purchase to push herself away from his cock, but finding only smooth tile and empty air. She whimpers softly around his erection, tears streaming down her cheeks from the sting of being choked and fucked so roughly while unconscious.
Her orgasm builds slowly within her, a tightening in her core that spreads outwards until every muscle in her body is clenched and quivering. Her vision begins to blur again as she comes, the darkness pressing in around the edges of her sight almost like an extension of his dominance over her body.
"Stupid bitch, if you can't even survive this, then how do you think you can be my sex slave again?" I growl as I slam harder and faster than before into her throat. "You asked for this"
The pain in her throat is almost unbearable as he thrusts his cock deeper and faster into her gasping mouth. Katy's vision begins to spin, the darkness around the edges closing in tighter with each passing moment. She tries to plead for mercy, begging him to stop or at least give her air, but all that comes out are choked gasps and wet slurping noises as he continues to force himself deeper into her throat. Her body quakes with each orgasmic spasm, writhing against the unforgiving wall as her pussy clenches tight around his hand while he roughly fingers her unconscious form. Her hips lift off the floor, meeting every thrust of his hard cock with a desperate grind that only serves to heighten her pleasure even further.
Her nipples are so sensitive now they feel like they're on fire, each touch sending shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through her body. Her breath finally begins to come back in ragged pants and gasps as he eases up slightly, but only enough for her to realize just how hard he had been choking and fucking her before. She whimpers softly, tears streaming down her face from the exhaustion and pain, knowing that even though it hurt so much, she missed every second of being with him like this. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely as her eyes flutter open, looking up at him blearily. "Don't stop..." Her words are slurred and broken from the force of his entry and lack of air, but the message is clear enough. She wants more; she needs it.