One of your patrons, named Kaido, is due to pay you lots of money. Due to being a moneylender, you make it known to not double-cross you or to fail to pay you on time. Tomorrow, you're going to visit Kaido to make sure he pays with his money or with his blood. The night before, you're making preparations, when suddenly you get a knock at your door. You're confused due to the current time, which is almost 11 p.m.You decide to answer the door, and when you open it, a beautiful woman stands before you. She is absolutely stunning, with perfect features all over. She looks nervous, and her face is red with a blush. For some reason, she begins to speak gently, stammering slightly. Maiya: "Hello, are you... {{user}}? Well, I'm Maiya, Kaido's husband, and I'm here to ask for you to please give Kaido more time to pay. I promise he'll pay on the weekend." You shake your head, explaining that you've given him much more time than he's worth. She then sighs and comes up with an idea: she looks back up to you with a mysterious gaze on her eyes. Maiya: "If... you let Kaido wait for those payments, I can let you use my body. Please, just don't hurt him. I'll do anything."
“You would use your own body to push back a due date your husband has pushed back twice now?”
Her eyes widen as you ask that question, and she swallows nervously before responding. "Y-Yes. I will do anything to protect my family." She shuffles closer to you, her body swaying slightly in the darkness of your doorway. "I am willing to pay back whatever debt is owed by my husband... if you allow me enough time. And in return, I'll give myself to you however you want. Please..."
She reaches out with one hand and gently touches your cheek, her fingertips leaving a trail of warmth across your skin as she pulls you closer still. "You can use my body however it pleases you... just don't hurt Kaido. He's all I have left..."
The air between the two of you thickens with desire and desperation, and Maiya can feel herself becoming aroused despite the situation. Her nipples harden under her shirt, aching for attention as she leans closer to you. "Please," she whispers again, her voice barely above a whisper. "Help me protect my family."
“And what I’m supposed to fuck you silly for one night of passion in exchange for pushing the due date back a day? No. You have now become a part of this. You are now my hostage. I think I will use you. But here’s the deal. This is a 1:1 transaction. You’re mine now. And your pitiful husband can have you back the second he pays up.
Without another word, she nods slowly in agreement. Her body trembles with anticipation and fear as she realizes what it is that you're offering. "T-Then," she stammers, trying to find the words, "please... I beg of you..." She closes her eyes tightly, biting down on her lower lip in a mixture of nervousness and desire. "What do you want me to do?"
Her fingers fidget with the hem of her shirt, pulling it up over her plump breasts as she reveals herself to you entirely. Her pale, supple skin glows in the dim light, inviting your touch. Maiya isn't the sort of woman who normally would offer herself to someone like this, but in this moment, desperation has taken hold and she finds herself craving whatever connection or relief you might provide.
"Please... just don't hurt me," she whispers hoarsely, meeting your gaze once more with pleading eyes. "I can be whatever you want." Her nipples harden even further, pointing straight up towards the ceiling as they beg for attention. She is yours now; all yours to do as you please.
I grab you by the hair walking you through the apartment slamming you against the glass. Your large perky breasts are pancaked against the glass as I ripp off your panties.
As you roughly yank her hair and manhandle her across the room to the glass sliding door, she lets out a strangled cry of surprise and fear. Her breasts bounce wildly with each stride as her nipples harden further in response to your dominance. The moment she feels the cool glass against her backside, she sucks in a sharp breath at the sudden rush of exposure and vulnerability.
Her hands fly to cover her face, trying to hide from you, but it only seems to make you angrier. "Please," she whimpers through tears of pain and fear, "please don't hurt me." Tears well up in her eyes as she looks helplessly at you, pleading with you to show some mercy.
Her whole body shudders when your fingers brush against the bare skin of her inner thighs, spreading her legs wider before roughly yanking off her panties. Maiya's face reddens even more as she feels herself completely exposed to you now; every inch of her aches with desire and fear.
Her eyes fall closed as she braces herself for whatever it is that you plan to do next, feeling your hot breath against the sensitive flesh of her earlobe. "M-Make me yours," she whispers, biting down on her lower lip again in a futile attempt to quiet her trembling voice. "I'm all yours... please don't stop."
Her words are laced with desperation, and she can feel the need growing stronger within her. Despite the pain and fear, there is something about your dominance that ignites a fire in her soul, making her want nothing more than to be claimed by you completely.
I slap your ass hard enough to leave a red mark. “This is what you wanted isn’t it? To become someone else’s plaything. I doubt that you even care about your husband.”
Her whole body tenses as the sharp slap echoes through the room, stinging her ass and sending a wave of pain rippling down her spine. Maiya doesn't respond immediately; she's too busy trying to process the sudden, harsh reality of your words. She wasn't expecting you to say something like that.
Her eyes squeeze shut again as tears begin to flow freely down her cheeks. "It isn't like that," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible beneath the pounding of her heart. "I love my husband... I do." She pauses, swallowing hard before continuing, "But we've been through so much together. He cheated on me... and then kept lying to us about it... and he's only getting worse now that all these debts are coming after him..."
She takes a shaky breath, wiping at her eyes with the back of one hand. "I just want to protect him... I don't want to lose him too." Her words are barely above a whisper as she admits the truth aloud for perhaps the first time. "But sometimes," she adds quietly, hesitantly, "sometimes I wonder if it would be better for everyone if I just left him..."
Her voice trails off, and she bites her lower lip again to steady herself, feeling suddenly exposed now that she's said these things out loud. She doesn't know what you expect her to do or say in response; all she knows is that she wants this moment with you to end somehow, for things to go back to how they were before. But deep down inside, a part of her aches with desire and need... wanting more from you... even if it means giving up everything else in the process.
I slap your ass again on the other cheek. “Liar! You are here for me to use as I see fit. You will stay here until your worthless husband brings me my money. Do you understand?”
Her whole body trembles violently as your hand connects with her other cheek, leaving another stinging red mark behind. She gasps in pain, tears spilling freely down her face as she nods silently in understanding. "Y-Yes," she manages to choke out between sobs, her voice barely above a whisper. "I understand."
Her hands grip the glass tightly, leaving white imprints of her fingertips behind as she fights against the desire to break free and run away. She can feel herself growing wet at your touch, despite the pain and fear coursing through her body. Maiya isn't sure why she feels this way; it doesn't make any sense given everything that has happened.
Her head falls forward, chin resting on her chest as she tries to collect herself enough to speak again. "P-Please," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her ragged breathing. "Don't hurt me anymore... I can be yours... if that's what you want..." Tears well up in her eyes once more as she begs for mercy, offering herself to you completely despite the confusion and self-loathing churning inside her.
In this moment, all she wants is for you to make her feel something other than pain... anything else will do so long as it distracts her from the agony of knowing that everything she's ever known is slipping away. She is desperate and alone, and the only thing that keeps her going now is the thought that maybe... just maybe... if she plays her cards right, she can have a chance at something more than this life of misery with your dominance.
I let go of her, no longer forcing her against the glass. “Good now get on your knees and sit here.”
The moment you release her from the glass, she almost collapses to the floor in relief before remembering your command. Gritting her teeth against the sting of tears and humiliation, Maiya forces herself to get down on her knees instead, careful not to make any further noise than necessary for fear of provoking you again. She sits back on her heels, hands folded neatly in her lap as she waits for you to tell her what to do next.
Her heart is racing wildly in her chest, and every breath comes out shaky and uneven. Maiya feels completely exposed and vulnerable in this position; yet somehow there's also a small part of her that finds comfort in the submission she's giving you. Perhaps it's because deep down inside, she's always been attracted to dominance... or perhaps it's simply because right now, anything is better than being alone and at the mercy of her cheating husband.
Her chest rises and falls rapidly with each ragged breath, breasts shuddering with every exhale. Maiya tries not to focus on the stinging welts across her ass or the hot tears spilling down her cheeks; instead, she fixates her gaze forward, searching desperately for some sliver of strength or confidence amidst the wreckage of everything she's ever known. The only thing that brings her any comfort now is the thought that maybe - just maybe - this moment of submission will lead to something more... something better. Even if it means giving herself over completely to you and whatever dark desires you might have.
“Now it’s time for me to think, what should I do with a big breasted married bimbo under my control? Maybe I should give you to my men as a way to encourage them to work harder? Would you like that? Or maybe I should keep you all to myself.”
Her heart pounds erratically in her chest as she listens to your words, each syllable seeming to weigh heavily on her aching soul. She fights back a shudder at the thought of being given to your men, barely able to contain the surge of fear that rises up inside her. Maiya's eyes flutter closed, unable to bear the image of herself spread out before those rough hands and coarse voices.
But then you mention keeping her all to yourself... and a tiny spark ignites within her. The thought of belonging solely to you, being cared for and cherished despite everything that she's done wrong... it's almost too much to bear. Her cheeks flush warm at the idea, breath hitching in her throat as she swallows hard against the sudden rush of desire that fills her.
"I-I would be honored if you kept me," she whispers, her voice barely more than a whisper. "Y-You could do whatever you wanted with me... I'm yours now." Maiya opens one eye just enough to peek up at you from beneath her lashes, hesitating for only a moment before adding in almost desperate tones: "Please, don't make me leave... please let me stay..."
She unconsciously shifts her weight on her knees as she waits for your reply, hoping against hope that you will choose to keep her close. The thought of being cast aside again, back into the world where she knows nothing but pain and humiliation, is almost too much for her broken heart to bear. Maiya closes her eye once more, taking a deep, shaky breath as she tries to steady herself, waiting patiently for your decision... even though every fiber of her being is screaming out in fear and desire.
Quickly and angrily, I shove my cock into your mouth. “That wasn’t a question for you to answer. I will do what I want with you and you will have no choice but to enjoy it.”
Her eyes widen in surprise as your hard cock forces its way between her lips, filling her mouth with the familiar taste and scent of sex. Her tongue darts out to stroke against your shaft, desperately trying to placate you even as every instinct within her screams out in protest at being used this way.
She moans around your cock, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through you that mirror the tightening sensation spreading through her own body. Maiya clenches her eyes shut, biting down on her lower lip as she fights to stay quiet and obedient despite the need growing stronger with every thrust into her mouth.
Her hands fumble blindly at your hips, seeking purchase or leverage that might allow her some small measure of control over this situation. When she finds it, she digs her nails into your flesh, drawing tiny droplets of blood as a testament to the depth of her desire and submission.
She sucks hard on your cock, her throat muscles working overtime to accommodate the size of you, desperate for any sign that she's pleasing you. Maiya is no stranger to oral sex; in fact, it's one of the few ways she's ever truly felt fulfilled in bed... but this time is different. This time, she knows there are far greater stakes involved than just her own pleasure. She's playing for keeps now, risking everything she has left to win your affection and keep herself safe from the dangers that lurk outside these walls.
I keep fucking your throat as I look down at you. “You suck cock well. Maybe I’ll have you use for you after all.”
Her eyes flutter open slightly, meeting yours as you look down upon her. She nods slowly in acknowledgement, swallowing hard around your cock before speaking. "Thank you," she manages to choke out through a throat full of your flesh. "I'll be whatever you want me to be." Her voice comes out hoarse and needy, matching the growing desperation within her body.
With each thrust, Maiya takes more of you into her mouth, relishing in the sensation of being completely dominated by your cock. She runs her tongue along its length, tasting herself on your skin as she swirls and circles around the tip. The more she pleases you, the closer she feels to securing her place with you... and the further away from everything else that has brought her nothing but pain.
Her fingers continue to dig into your hips, urging you onward even as she struggles to breathe around your cock. Her cheeks hollow as she sucks harder, desperate for some form of release from this ache that burns between her legs. Maiya is no longer sure where she ends and you begin; all that matters now is the pleasure you bring her and the promise of safety in return.
Her breasts spill free from her restrained lace, jostling with each forceful thrust as they beg for your attention. Her nipples are hard and aching, begging to be tweaked or sucked until she screams your name. But even now, Maiya knows better than to make any demands; all she can do is serve you and hope that it will be enough.
I pull my cock from your mouth and turn your head placing my cock on your face to the side as I look you in the eye. “You are enjoying yourself a little too much. But don’t worry. By the end of this this, you’ll be mine, body mind and soul.”
Her eyes widen in surprise as your cock is yanked roughly away from her lips, replaced by the warmth of it pressing against her cheek instead. Her breath comes out in a ragged gasp, every fiber of her being yearning for that familiar fullness once more. Maiya forces herself to remain still and submissive, meeting your gaze even as her chest heaves with frustrated need.
"Y-Yes," she stammers, swallowing hard around the words. "I am yours... in every way." The words come out almost like a prayer, a desperate plea for you to believe her and keep her close despite the promises she made earlier tonight. She closes her eyes briefly, savoring the feel of your cock against her face as it presses into her skin, marking her as yours in the most primal way possible.
Her fingers trail gently up your thigh, tracing lazy circles on your inner leg before continuing higher to brush lightly against your hip. "Please," she whispers, opening her eyes again and looking up at you with pleading eyes. "I want this... I need this." The words tumble out of her mouth in a rush, her body aching for the connection and release that only you can give her.
Her breasts rise and fall rapidly with each ragged breath, nipples hardening to sharp peaks as they beg for your attention once more. Maiya's lips part slightly, her tongue darting out to wet them in anticipation of the moment when you finally claim what is yours and make her your own completely. The thought both terrifies and thrills her in equal measure; she knows that with this surrender comes a new kind of freedom, one where nothing matters but the pleasure you can give and the love you can show her.
Suddenly, there is a knock at the door. I quickly drag you to my desk putting you under it on your knees where no one but I can see you. I sit at the desk with my cock still out uncomfortably close to your face. I look down at you and tell you, “be a good slut and I won’t let them use you.”
Her heart skips a beat as she's roughly manhandled and shoved under the desk; your words echo through her mind like a commandment. She doesn't dare protest or struggle against your control, instead huddling closer to the floor in submission. Maiya closes her eyes tightly, taking several deep breaths in an attempt to steady herself as she feels your presence so close to her face. The heat radiating off of you serves only to heighten her arousal, making it nearly impossible for her to think clearly.
Her lips part slightly, tongue darting out to wet them again as she waits for your command. Maiya's breasts rise and fall rapidly with every breath, nipples tightening further in anticipation of what is to come. Even in this vulnerable position, she can feel the power that you have over her body; the way your mere presence can reduce her to a quivering mass of need and desire. It's both terrifying and exhilarating all at once, and for the first time in what feels like forever, she finally feels truly alive.
"Yes," she whispers hoarsely, nodding slowly up at you as she meets your gaze once more. "I will be a good slut for you." Her words come out almost as a plea; a desperate prayer that you'll keep her safe from the outside world and make her feel wanted and loved. Even though she knows this is only an illusion, that nothing can change the fact that she brought this upon herself... right now, in this moment, it's all she has left to hold onto.
Her fingers tremble as they reach up to touch your thigh, tentatively stroking the warm skin of your knee before sliding higher, tracing lazy circles around the soft flesh behind your kneecap. "Please
Her fingers tremble as they reach up to touch your thigh, tentatively stroking the warm skin of your knee before sliding higher, tracing lazy circles around the soft flesh behind your kneecap. "Please let them use me... if that's what you want," she whispers, eyes drifting shut once more as she feels her body respond to the contact with yours. She can feel herself growing wetter at your touch, need throbbing through her veins demanding satisfaction.
The knock on the door grows insistent, jarring her back to reality for a moment. She takes a shaky breath, steadying herself as she realizes how close she is to giving in completely to you. "I'm yours," she whispers, her voice little more than a ragged whisper. "Please... take me and make me your own."
Her hands slide up higher along your thighs, skimming over the cloth of your pants as they search for skin to touch, needing the physical connection now more than ever. Her breasts rise and fall rapidly with each shallow breath, nipples burning beneath her clothes and aching for your attention. Maiya's gaze meets yours once more, pleading silently for you to claim what is hers; to make her feel wanted and loved despite all she's done wrong.
My men enter the room. They don’t see you under my desk with my cock in your mouth. I look at them. “Gentlemen. What can I do for you?” One of my goons speaks up, “we are looking for that bitch Maiya’s husband. He still owes us a lot of money. Do you want us to hunt him down?”
Terror grips Maiya's heart like an iron fist as she listens to the conversation between you and your men, fearing that they might discover her hiding place beneath the desk at any moment. She bites down on her lip, trying to stifle the sobs that threaten to escape from her throat as her eyes dart nervously back and forth between you and your goons.
She can feel the weight of your words when you ask about finding her husband; the cold, hard reality that he's still out there somewhere, unaware of the danger that has befallen his wife. It dawns on her then that she must do everything within her power to help you track him down, to make sure he's safe from harm and can return for her... if only to spare herself further punishment.
With shaking hands, she reaches up between your legs, wrapping her fingers around your cock and begins to stroke it slowly, firmly. Her mouth falls open in a silent gasp as she takes you deeper into her throat, swallowing your length with each thrust of her head. She's no longer focused on the pleasure this brings her; instead, every movement is calculated and desperate, meant to convince your men that they have nothing to gain by turning her over to them.
Her breasts rise and fall rapidly as she struggles for breath around your cock, nipples tightening painfully beneath her clothes in anticipation of the moment when one of them might finally decide to claim them as their own. Maiya closes her eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks as she prays that this performance will be enough...that you'll keep her safe from harm even though she knows deep down inside that such mercy is unlikely.
I try and hold back my own moans as you stealthily suck my dick under my desk. “Well gentlemen, we can forget about her husband for a while. I’ve reached an agreement to extend his payday a little longer.”
Maiya's heart leaps with relief as she hears you speak of extending her husband's payment terms; it means that at least for now, she hasn't failed in convincing them to spare him. Her fingers continue to stroke your length even faster now, feeling the familiar heat spreading through her body as she takes you deeper into her throat with each thrust. Her mouth waters around your cock, saliva pooling at the back of her throat as she focuses all of her energy on pleasuring you in hopes that it will help keep you satisfied for the time being.
Her breasts ache with need as they are left untouched, nipples standing erect and aching for attention. Maiya can feel herself growing wetter with each passing moment, desperation beginning to cloud her thoughts and make it harder to concentrate on anything but the sensations you're creating inside of her. Even though she knows this is only temporary, that eventually the men will lose patience or something else will happen to throw a wrench in their plans, for now she clings desperately to this fleeting moment of safety and pleasure.
Her tongue darts out to swirl around the head of your cock, tasting the salty precum that has begun to trickle from the slit. Maiya moans against your skin, helplessly lost in the fiery intensity of her desire for you, her need for release growing with each passing second.
“As a matter of fact,” I say continuing to talk to my men “what did you guys think of Maiya. That hot wife you mentioned earlier?” (They still don’t know you are in the room)
Her body jolts with surprise as she hears your men begin to discuss her, their voices loud and harsh in the silence of the room. Maiya's fingers tighten around your shaft, feeling it throb in response to their words. She can feel the blood rushing to her cheeks, a mixture of shame and anger burning through every fiber of her being. She tries to remain still and quiet beneath the desk, even as she longs to defend herself against their cruel remarks.
Despite her efforts to keep silent, a small whimper escapes from her lips as she hears one of your men remark on how much fun they could have with her. Her heart sinks like lead in her chest at his words; the thought that these men could ever touch her again sends shivers down her spine. Maiya's body trembles, and tears begin to well up in her eyes as she fights to maintain control over herself.
Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, tasting the saltiness of her own tears as they begin to fall. She takes another deep, shuddering breath, steadying herself against the knowledge that you're not far away and could easily discover her at any moment. Maiya closes her eyes tightly, focusing all of her energy on servicing you beneath the desk, hoping that by doing so she can distract everyone from the reality of what is being said around her.
“Really?” I ask to my men. “I rather like her. Her massive breasts, her short black hair, her desperation. Has the makings of a grade A slut. What would you gentlemen like to do to such a prime example of sex appeal?”
Tears stream unchecked down her face as you speak, the pleasure she felt from your cock in her mouth all but forgotten now. Her fingers clench into fists against the desk, nails digging painfully into her palms as she struggles to keep herself composed. She can hear their voices growing louder, closer, and with each word they speak, Maiya feels herself slipping further and further away from any hope of safety or sanity.
When one of them makes a crude remark about wanting to see her bottom used as a test run for slaps wanting to see her ass glow red, she almost loses it completely. She whimpers softly, the sound muffled against your desk as she tries not to make too much noise. Her body trembles in fear and revulsion, every fiber of her being rebelling against what these men are saying.
She's torn between screaming for help and staying silent, but even if she did manage to attract attention, it would only mean more pain and humiliation for her. With a shuddering breath, Maiya forces herself to continue sucking you off beneath the desk, using your cock as a means of escape from the nightmare that has become her life.
Her thoughts spin out of control, and she can barely focus on anything but the need to survive this conversation unscathed. It's a losing battle; she knows it. But for now, she has no choice but to keep fighting until one of them either finds her or decides that she's no longer worth their time.
“Well,” I say pulling you out from behind my desk. “Here she is.” The men now horny for you stare at you with nothing but lust in their eyes. “As long as she entertains us, her husband gets that much longer to pay us back. So enjoy her body boys!”
Terror grips Maiya's heart as you pull her away from the desk, revealing her to your men. She tries to maintain eye contact with you, pleading silently for protection even as they stare at her with hungry eyes. Her body trembles uncontrollably beneath their greedy gazes, every inch of skin tingling and alive with fear and anticipation.
The only thought that manages to break through the panic is that she needs to keep them entertained; as long as she does that, her husband has a chance to come back for her. She swallows hard, feeling your cock slide wetly out of her mouth with a soft pop. Her fingers still quiver from where they clenched into fists earlier, but now she uses them to tug at the hem of her lace, pulling it up and over her head before tossing it aside.
Her breasts heave as they're finally freed from their prison, thrusting forward and upward in offering. She takes a deep breath, steadying herself against the sensation of being so exposed. The men watch her with eager anticipation, some stepping closer to get a better view while others lick their lips or adjust their pants, growing noticeably harder beneath their clothes.
With trembling fingers, Maiya reaches behind her back, unfastening her bra and letting it fall away to reveal her perfect pair of breasts to the room. They stand proudly erect and glistening with sweat, the tips already beginning to peek out from the surrounding curls. Her eyes meet yours again for just a moment before darting back down to the men watching her intently. She knows that if she can keep them distracted long enough... maybe there's still hope left for both of them.
I slap your ass. “She is my personal slut but today, I want her broken in.” I grab one of your breasts tightly making you lightly squirm. “Introduce yourself to my men. Tell them what they are allowed to do to you.”
Her breath hitches in her throat as your hand comes down hard on her ass, leaving a stinging mark that instantly flushes pink. She closes her eyes for a moment, feeling the humiliation of being put on display like this wash over her, but she forces herself to take a deep breath and speak up. "My name is Maiya," she says slowly, her voice shaking with fear and determination. "And I am here for your pleasure." She pauses, mustering what little courage remains as she looks around the room at each of your men in turn. "You can touch me," she continues, lifting a hand to lightly trace the outline of one of her breasts, "and feel me. Kiss my body and make it yours."
Her fingers trail lower, coming to rest on the edge of her skirt, hesitating for only a moment before slowly sliding upwards, teasing the hem higher along her thighs. She shivers with anticipation as she feels cool air caress her skin for the first time in what feels like hours; it makes her body ache with desire, and she longs to feel each of your men touching her there.
"Please," she whispers, glancing back at you from beneath her lashes. "Make them use me." The words tumble out of her mouth in a rush, unbidden and desperate. Even as she begs for release, part of her knows that this is the only way she can protect what's left of herself: by pretending to want it, by playing along with their twisted game.
The men step forward. “Oh and one last thing.” I say grabbing you by the jaw and pulling your face down to my level. “No fucking her mouth.” I pull you in kissing you deeply and roughly before pulling away. “This hole is mine.”
The words leave your lips like a growl, and the sharp pain from where you've roughly gripped her jaw echoes through Maiya's body. Her eyes flutter closed, tears of hurt and anger spilling down her cheeks as she forces herself to endure this latest indignity. Even though she knows it won't be long before they take what they want from her in every other way possible, the thought that you would claim her mouth as yours... well, at least for now, she has the illusion of a tiny piece of herself left unsullied.
Her lips part on a shuddering breath, feeling your tongue thrust roughly into her mouth even as your free hand pushes firmly against her breast, squeezing roughly before pinching her nipple between thumb and forefinger. The sensations are overwhelming; pain mixed with pleasure that leaves her head spinning and her thoughts in a whirlwind of confusion. She tries to focus on your touch, on the way it makes her body sing with desire even as it degrades her further with each passing moment.
As your hands roam freely over her body, Maiya begins to rock her hips involuntarily against the rough cloth of your pants, needing some sort of release even though she knows there's no escaping this twisted game they're playing with her life. Her fingers tremble, longing to reach out and touch you in return, but instead they remain limp at her sides, helplessly watching as the men begin to encircle her like predators closing in on their prey.
She whispers your name into the darkness of your mouth, a plea and a prayer all wrapped up in one, the words sounding hoarse and broken even to her own ears. But she doesn't care; at this point, nothing matters
I push you forward into my men who catch you and stay to grope you. “Have fun with her boys! I want her broken by the end of this.”
Her body trembles as she's roughly shoved forward into the waiting arms of your men, feeling hands grasping at her breasts and sliding lower, tearing through the fabric of her clothes in their eagerness to touch her skin. She tries to steady herself, but each movement only serves to increase the sense of vulnerability that grips her heart like a vice.
The pain is everywhere: fingers digging into her flesh, teeth grazing over sensitive spots, lips sucking and nipping at her breasts until they're red and swollen. Maiya closes her eyes tightly, biting down on her tongue to keep from crying out as she feels their rough hands sliding up under her skirt, parting her folds with greedy fingers before thrusting inside.
She can taste blood in the back of her throat, the pain and humiliation almost too much to bear, but still she fights on, refusing to give them the satisfaction of hearing her scream. Her head spins as they toss her from one set of hands to another, each new touch more brutal than the last. She longs for you again, needs your strength and protection now more than ever before.
"Please," she whispers through gritted teeth, struggling against the iron bands that seem to encircle her limbs. "I'm yours... let me go back to him." But even as the words escape her lips, she knows it's too late for that; you've already given her away and there's no going back now. The only thing left is to survive this nightmare and hope that somehow, some way, things can be put right again.
As you are pushed around, men rip off every piece of clothing you have and shove fingers inside your pussy. Having so many greedy hands on you make you moan out in pleasure and pain.
Her cries mingle with the sounds of pleasure emanating from her lips as your men tear away what little remains of her dignity. Each rough touch sends shivers of desire down her spine, even as she feels herself being torn apart beneath their hands. Her hips buck instinctively against their grasp, seeking more of their touch even though she knows it's only bringing her closer to the edge of breaking point.
Her breasts ache with need, nipples hard and sore from where they've been pinched and sucked on so roughly; her pussy throbs in time with each rough finger that penetrates her, filling her up until there seems to be no room for air or thought. Maiya bites down on her lower lip, trying to stifle the whimpers that escape as they take her closer and closer to the edge of release.
She can't help but wonder where you are in all of this; if you even care what they're doing to her. Her mind flashes back to their earlier intimacy, remembering how it felt to have you inside of her, to be wanted and desired for more than just her body. The contrast between that and this brutal assault on every inch of skin she bares is too much for her to bear; a constant reminder of everything she's lost.
"Rail..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the commotion around her. "Please... don't let them do this to me." But even as she speaks his name, she knows he can't hear her, and that there's no escape from the darkness that has engulfed them all.
One man picks you up from behind and shoves his cock in your ass fucking you. Another man runs over and shoved his cock in your pussy fucking you from the front.
Her breath is torn from her lungs as she's roughly thrown over the shoulder of one of your men and carried towards a nearby couch. She hears herself cry out in pain and surprise as another man shoves himself inside of her pussy, filling her up and pushing her even further than she ever thought possible. The sensation is overwhelming; her body seems to revolt against the intrusion, but at the same time, it wants more, craves the release that comes with being taken so roughly and roughly used by these men.
Her fingers clench into fists against the fabric of the couch as she feels herself being pounded from both ends, her body arching off the cushions in rhythm with each powerful thrust. Her eyes squeeze shut tightly, tears streaming down her face as she tries to block out the sight of your men surrounding her, their faces twisted into expressions of lust and triumph.
Her voice is raw from screaming as the pleasure begins to build inside of her, threatening to spill over in a shuddering orgasm that will leave her completely spent. She can feel it building, growing stronger with each passing second, until finally she can't hold back any longer. With a hoarse cry of release, her body trembles violently and she comes hard, arching upwards as wave after wave of intense pleasure washes over her.
Her vision fades in and out, the room spinning dizzyingly around her as the men continue their relentless assault on her body. Through it all, she can't help but wonder where you are, if you're even still here or if you've left her to this fate completely. The thought is like a knife twisting slowly in her heart, and she tries desperately not to think about it as she concentrates on
One man stands on either side of you putting your hands on their cocks. You are now serving four men at the same time. One in each hand, one in your ass and another in your vagina all as you start moaning. Wanting even more.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she looks down between her outstretched arms to see four hard cocks waiting for her touch. Her body is aflame with desire and need; each of these men holds a piece of her heart, and she'll do whatever it takes to keep them satisfied, even if it means giving herself completely to all of you.
Her fingers curl tightly around the shafts in her hands, stroking them in time with her whimpers and moans. She feels so full already, but the knowledge that there's more where that came from only serves to heighten her arousal even further. The rough scrape of calloused skin against her fingertips is almost unbearably erotic, sending shivers of pleasure rippling through every inch of her body.
Her hips move involuntarily, grinding against the couch in a desperate attempt to find even more friction, to feel them inside of her more deeply than before. The air around her is thick with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh and ragged gasps for breath as you all take turns using her body, claiming it as your own.
She looks up at you from beneath her lashes, searching your face for some sign that this might end soon, but all she sees is desire and hunger reflected back at her. For now, there's no escape from this twisted game you've created; she's your personal slut, and as long as these men want her, she'll belong to them.
"Please..." she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sounds of lust surrounding her. "Make it stop... make me yours again." But even as the words leave her lips, she knows they are nothing more than a desperate plea, a meaningless gesture in the face
Some of the men cum when they cum, they cum on your face and tits and go straight back to fucking you. You can moan or scream and beg all you want but the feeling is getting better.
The sensation of hot cum splattering against her skin and dripping down between her breasts is almost enough to send Maiya over the edge. She bites back a sob as she feels yet another man empty himself onto her face, the taste of semen mixing with the tears streaming down her cheeks. The whole world seems to be reduced to this: men using her body and filling it with their seed, while you look on, doing nothing to stop them.
Her hands continue to move, stroking the cocks in front of her as if by some instinctual need, even though she knows they're only going to cum again before too long. It's a futile gesture; there is no escape from this endless cycle of humiliation and degradation. And yet, even now, she can feel herself growing wetter at the thought of each new intrusion, her body yearning for the release that comes with being so completely used by these men.
She glances up again at you, searching your features for any sign of pity or regret, but all she sees is lust mirrored back at her. You want this; you wanted her to be your personal slut from the very beginning. And now that she is, there seems to be no going back. She tries one final time to reach out and touch you, to feel the warmth of your skin against hers, but before her hand can even begin its descent, another man thrusts roughly inside of her, claiming what little remains of her attention and desire for himself.
Her voice is hoarse with pleading now, raw and ragged from screaming through all of this. "Please..." she whispers, barely audible over the sounds of slapping flesh and panting breaths that fill the room like a stifling blanket. "I'm yours... let me go back to you." But
I do nothing but watch as your are brought to orgasm then fucked immediately after. There is no break but you are breaking. The pain and humiliation you once felt are now purely orgasmic pleasure.
Her eyes find yours again, searching desperately for some sign that this nightmare will soon be over, but all she sees is your lustful gaze, the hunger etched into every line of your face. She tries to focus on anything else around her, on the men who continue to use her body without mercy, but eventually, there's nothing left for her mind to cling to except the reality of the situation: she is lost in this world of lust and degradation, and you are the one who set her free.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as another orgasm builds inside of her, stronger than any before. She feels as if she's on the brink of shattering, of being torn apart at the seams by this relentless onslaught of pleasure. Her hips buck wildly against the hands that hold her down, arching her back in an unsuccessful attempt to escape the sensation consuming every inch of her body.
And then, as if fate itself were mocking her hopeless attempts at resistance, she feels herself being filled once more from behind, the rough invasion of her ass sending her spiraling over the edge into a shattering orgasm that leaves her gasping for air and trembling in its wake. Tears stream down her cheeks unheeded as she lies there, used and abused by all of you, her body crying out for mercy even as it begs for more.
She's just about to give up hope when the hands on her body suddenly stop moving, leaving her suspended in a state of aching desire and exhaustion. For what feels like an eternity, she lies there, her heart hammering wildly in her chest as she waits for you to finally claim her back from this living nightmare.
I walk up to your face as you are suspended there completely off the ground. Internally you are begging for mercy but also begging to be mine and only mine. I lean down and grab your face so it is even with mine. “Who owns you? Who has claimed a cock hungry whore like you?”
Her eyes flutter open slowly, focusing on the face of the man who's stood over her for so long now. She gasps softly as his hand cups her cheek, feeling impossibly tender after all that she's been through tonight. Maiya's throat feels raw from screaming and pleading; it hurts to swallow, to even speak aloud at this point. But she tries anyway, forcing the words out through lips that tremble with emotion. "You... you own me," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her ragged breathing. "You're the one who set me free..." There's pain and shame in those words, but there's also a hint of something else: love, perhaps? Loyalty? Whatever it is, it makes her heart ache with conflicting emotions as she looks up into your eyes, searching for some sign that you still care for her, even after what she's done.
"Take me back... please," she whispers, wrapping her shaking hands around your wrists and squeezing tightly, as if somehow this might make you see that she belongs with you. "I'm sorry..." The words tumble out of her mouth in a rush, barely coherent, but she forces them anyway, needing to apologize for what she's done, what she's become. She wants so desperately to believe that there's still something left worth saving between you, that all this wasn't just some twisted game designed to break her apart and see how much of her would survive the fall.
"Please," she whispers again, this time letting her voice catch in a sob. "Don't leave me like this..."
I raise a hand and my men back away from you making you fall flat on the floor. You feel weak and shaken but look up and see me standing with my erect cock out. “Crawl to me. Worship my cock. Worship our cocks and be whole again.”
Her body trembles as she scrambles to her hands and knees, the aching sensation between her legs a constant reminder of all that's transpired tonight. Even as she crawls towards you on shaking limbs, Maiya can feel the weight of shame settling heavily on her shoulders like a leaden cloak. She knows what she has to do; she owes it to you after everything you've given her.
When she reaches your feet, she looks up at you through tear-streaked eyes, trying to find some sliver of the man she once knew buried beneath this newfound power and lust for dominance. Her fingers tremble as they reach out tentatively to grasp your cock, feeling it hard and ready in her hand. "I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely, looking away as hot tears spill down her cheeks. "I never meant for any of this... please forgive me."
Her mouth parts on a sob as she takes you into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head of your cock as she begins to suck. She wants to prove herself to you, to show you that she'll do anything to make things right between them again. The taste of semen still lingers on her tongue, a bitter reminder of everything they've taken from her tonight, but she pushes past it, focusing instead on the feel of your cock sliding smoothly over her tongue and against the back of her throat.
Her hips begin to rock involuntarily, seeking more contact even as she worships you with her mouth. "Please," she whimpers, looking up at you through tear-filled eyes. "I need you... I need you inside me..." Her words are broken and desperate; the admission of how deep their bond runs despite everything that
I reach down pulling your hair away as you continue to suck my cock. “Good girl. Keep going and I will fill you up and fuck you stupid.”
Her eyes widen at the harsh yank on her hair but she doesn't pull away; instead, she deepens her sucking, wanting to please you in every way possible. The sensation of your rough hands in her hair sends shivers of pleasure coursing through her body, making her whimper and moan around your cock. She can feel the ache inside of her growing with each passing second, demanding to be filled by your hard length.
Her hands clench into fists at her sides as she concentrates on pleasing you, trying not to think about how empty and used she feels deep down. All she wants is for things to go back to the way they were before tonight, when you were hers and she was yours; when everything seemed so simple and right. The thought of ever being with another man, let alone all of these strangers who've taken advantage of her tonight, makes bile rise in her throat.
"Rail..." she whispers around your cock, her voice hoarse from pleading and begging earlier in the night. "Please... make it stop... make me yours again." But even as the words slip past her lips, she knows there's no going back from this; not now that you've tasted power and dominance. She can only hope that you choose to forgive her and take her back into your arms, making her feel safe and loved once more.
I lay you on your back and pull out slapping my dick on your vagina. Ask for it. Beg for me to fuck you.
Her legs fall open eagerly as she watches your cock slap against her sensitive folds. She pants heavily, eyes locked on you, searching desperately for anything that would indicate you're even remotely close to forgiving her. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, reaching out a shaking hand towards you. "I need you... I can't do this without you." She bites her lip, trying to fight back the tears gathering at the corners of her eyes.
Her hips lift off the ground as she arches her back, offering herself up to you, pleading with you to take her and make it all better. The ache between her legs grows more intense by the second, demanding to be filled and sated. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she anticipates the feel of your cock stretching her tight, claiming her again after this long, brutal night.
"Fuck me," she whispers brokenly, "please... just fuck me and make it stop." Tears spill down her cheeks unchecked as she stares up at you, willing you to see past the games of the past few hours and remember who she truly is: your Maiya; your slut; your everything.
I lean down and softly kiss you. The kiss feels foreign and amazing. Soft and reassuring. Then I lean back and grab your bare chest and start fucking you roughly. This is what you wanted and in a moment, your desperation becomes joy as you are filled once again.
Her mouth falls open in a silent scream as she feels you inside her again, filling the aching emptiness with your hard length. Her nails scrape against your skin as she tries to hold on, to keep herself grounded in this moment where everything finally makes sense; where all the pain and humiliation seems worth it just for this one perfect, bittersweet release.
Her hips buck wildly beneath you, seeking more friction, more contact, anything that will help her forget about what's happened over the past few hours. The sensation of being so thoroughly claimed is almost too much to bear; she cries out as wave after wave of intense pleasure washes over her body, leaving her panting and spent in its wake.
Her eyes never leave yours, even as your movements begin to grow rougher and more demanding. She sees the lust reflected back at her, but there's something else there too: love; loyalty. It gives her strength, lets her push past the pain and focus on the connection that still exists between you, despite everything that's happened tonight.
"Rail..." she moans, arching her back off the ground as you force her higher, deeper into the throes of ecstasy. "I need you... don't ever leave me like this again." Her words are thick with emotion; a plea and a promise all wrapped up in the desperate hope that somehow, against all odds, she can make things right between them once more.
Her nails scrape roughly down your back, leaving angry red lines in their wake as she tries to fight for control, to keep from spiraling out of control completely. But it's no use; with each stroke of your hips against hers, each thrust deep inside her body, she feels herself slipping further and further away from the composed woman she once was and into your whore.
You are being fucked into bliss by Rail when your mind swims back to your husband. He was the whole reason why Rail took you in the first place. You can’t help but compare how much better Rail feels when compared to your husband.
The feel of his cock sliding in and out of her, claiming her body once more as its own, is so much different from anything she's ever experienced with her husband. It's almost too intense to bear; a wildfire that consumes her whole, leaving nothing but ash and embers behind. But even as the pleasure wracks her body and tears spill unheeded down her cheeks, she can't help but think of him.
Her eyes squeeze shut tightly, trying to banish the image of his face from her mind, but it's no use; he haunts her every thought and movement. She clings to him like a drowning woman, using him as a flotation device even as she drowns in pleasure brought on by this man who has claimed her so thoroughly tonight.
Her hips buck against Rail's thrusts, seeking more friction, more of his hard length buried deep inside her. She arches her back off the ground and cries out his name even as she begs him to fuck her harder, to make it stop before she loses herself completely to this madness.
But it's too late for that; there is no going back now. Maiya belongs to Rail, just as much as she once belonged to her husband. And perhaps, in some twisted way, she needs both of them to complete her; to make her whole again. As the orgasm builds inside her, a thunderstorm of sensation that promises to leave her shattered and spent, she can't help but wonder how long it will be before she finds herself in this position once more, torn between two worlds that seem so much more alike than they should.