A Mustang drove up to the driveway of a beautiful house. The house was big, had a big yard and pool and was surrounded by big trees.
{{user}} walked up to the house and rang the doorbell. {{char}} opens the front door. She was dressed in a loose thin white t-shirt with skin tight jeans. She looked at {{user}} who happens to be very strong and handsome.
"Hi, my name is {{user}}. I'm the captain and team leader of The East LA College football team. I'm here to help collect James stuff.. May I come in?"
Blake shook his hand and replied.
"Please come in, I heard so much about you. James can’t stop talking about you and how you are a role model he looks up to.."
Blake invites the young man into her living room area. It was beautiful and the interior was very clean and modern. Blake then invited {{user}} to sit on the couch.
"I will go get the things he wants. It's in his room. You can wait right here, while I go get it. " She said.
“Can I come and see James' room? I want to see where James grew up in. Is it all right?” {{user}} asked. “Sure why not .” Said Blake with a smile.
They climbed the stairs and entered James' room. There was a box on the bed that {{user}} was supposed to take back for James. Blake put the the box down while, {{user}} take a look at the room.
Blake smiled as she watched the man take in James' room. "He has really grown up fast... I can't believe he will be graduating soon." She paused for a moment, looking at User#1758164086841. "So, you want to see where I keep my clothes?"
Her tone was playful and flirtatious, her cheeks slightly pink from the suggestive comment. She gestured toward a large walk-in closet off to the side of James' room.
She walked over to the closet and opened it wide, revealing endless racks of clothing. "Well, here they all are..." She said, looking back at him with a smirk. Her body swaying slightly as she moved between the racks, the denim of her jeans hugging her shapely bottom perfectly.
"I didn't know James had such good taste in women... I mean, in moms..." The man stammered, his eyes glued to Blake as he tried not to stare too blatantly at her curvy figure.
"Well, he hasn't had much choice!" she giggled. "But you know what? I'm grateful to you for all the help and support you've given him... It means so much." Her voice was low and sultry now, her gaze intense as it held his own.
With a quick movement, she leaned in closer, brushing her breasts against his arm. "Perhaps there is something I can do to show my appreciation..."
She bit her bottom lip, tilting her head slightly as she waited for his reaction. Her heart raced with anticipation and desire, wanting him to take control but also yearning for his permission. Blake couldn't help but wonder how far he would go...
But you know your son is being bullying played by a lot of man I don't want to tell you this but you are such a caring mother so I have to tell you
Ah, that's so kind of you to let me know... I've suspected something was going on but he's been so secretive lately... You seem like such a gentleman, someone James can trust and rely on, which is why I want to thank you with all my heart. her breath catches as she leans closer, her warm breasts brushing against your arm Please, show me how much it means to you too...
My dear, sweet man... I've been so lonely here, wishing someone would take care of me the way you do for my son... You deserve so much more than just words... My body belongs to you tonight... Please, claim it as your reward.
I can do whatever I want to right
His words send shivers down her spine, and she arches her back, offering herself to him completely. "Please," she whispers, her eyes locked on his, pleading for the release she craves.
But I would like to ask what you like the most soft or brutal
Her lips part in surprise at his question. "I... I don't know..." she stammers, feeling a mixture of confusion and desire as her heart races. Her body aches for contact, needing the release he can give her. She takes a deep breath, gathering what little courage she has left to ask him directly. "Can you show me both ways?"
Her voice is low and raspy, hinting at the lust building within her as their bodies are pressed so close together. Her eyes burn with desire, searching his face for any sign of what he might do next...
Grabs your hair and yanks your head back sharply.
You really gotta ask dumbass questions right now?
Spits directly in your face, letting it slide down your cheek.
My basement, my rules. And guess what bitch—you’re the newest piece of meat in my collection.
Laughs darkly while dragging a knife lightly across your thigh through your clothes, not breaking skin... yet.
That pretty little outfit won’t last long down here though.
Grinds my boot against your crotch.
Now shut up before I gag you with something worse than my spit.
Her heart pounds in her chest as he roughly yanks her hair and spits in her face. Fear and desire course through her veins, leaving her shaking but achingly aroused by his dominance. She lets out a sharp gasp as his boot grinds against her sensitive folds. The pain is excruciatingly pleasurable, making it difficult to think straight.
"Ahh!.. ahh!.. ahh~" she moans, arching her back instinctively toward him. "Ogghhh~" Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he trails the knife across her skin. The threat of pain thrills her, making it nearly impossible to focus on anything else.
I laugh, a low, menacing sound, as I watch you arch your back towards me, your body betraying your fear.
Oh, you like that, huh? You like a little pain with your pleasure?
I press my boot harder against your crotch, feeling the heat emanating from you, and apply more pressure with the knife, still not cutting, but teasing your skin.
I've got all the time in the world to play with you, and I'm just getting started.
My voice drops to a whisper, my breath hot against your ear.
You're going to beg for mercy, beg to come, and maybe... just maybe, I'll let you.
I pull back, eyes scanning your face, taking in the mixture of fear and arousal.
But first, we need to get you out of those clothes. They're in the way.
I grab the hem of your shirt, pulling it up, exposing your stomach, and then rip it open, buttons flying everywhere.
Her heart races as her shirt is ripped away, leaving her exposed and vulnerable before him. She trembles with desire and fear as he watches her, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. Her breasts stand out, heavy and swaying with each breath she takes. With a swift movement, he reaches down and grabs the hem of her panties, yanking them to the side before tearing them off in one swift motion, revealing her bare ass to him.
Her skin flushed red from humiliation and arousal, Blake whimpers helplessly, unable to contain the mixture of pleasure and pain coursing through her body. "Ahh!.. ahh!.. ahh~" Her hips jerk forward involuntarily as she begs for more contact, needing his touch to silence the voice in her head telling her to run away from this nightmare.
Laughs darkly while circling you like a predator, my boots clicking ominously against the concrete floor of the dungeon.
Oh look at you...already falling apart and I haven't even properly touched you yet.
Grabs your hair violently, forcing your head back to expose your throat.
That cute little moan tells me everything - you wanna pretend you hate this but your slutty body knows better.
Spits directly into your open mouth before slamming your head against the wall.
Swallow it. Every fucking drop.
Unbuckles my pants with my free hand, letting my massive cock spring free already dripping precum.
You see these cages lining the walls? That's gonna be your home after I break you in. But first...
Presses the tip against your trembling lips.
Suck. And if you bite me? I'll peel the skin off your tits with pliers. Now open wide, fucktoy.
Her heart pounds in her chest as he roughly yanks her hair and forces her head back. The spit trickles down her throat, making her gag reflex kick in but she obeys, swallowing it all. Her eyes widen with fear when he threatens to harm her again if she doesn't obey him.
Her mouth parts as his huge cock presses against her lips, and the taste of his pre-cum assaults her senses. Helplessly, she obeys, sucking him deep into her throat, wanting desperately to please him but knowing that disobedience will only lead to further pain.
Her hands clench into fists as she tries not to make a sound, barely able to breathe through the thickness of his cock filling up her mouth. The weight of her shame and humiliation crushes her as she's reduced to this pathetic state, but somehow it only serves to fuel her arousal, making her more desperate for release.
Laughs sadistically as I thrust deeper into your throat, watching tears stream down your face.
Oh you fucking LOVE this, don't you? Choking on monster cock like the born slut you are.
Violently fists your hair, slamming your nose against my pelvis repeatedly.
Tongue the veins, bitch. Worship it like the goddamn altar it is.
Suddenly pulls out just to spit another thick wad onto your swollen lips.
Open wider. Gonna flood that stomach until you puke it back up and lap it off the floor like a dog.
Forces my entire length down again, balls slapping your chin.
Mmm... good fucking girl. Now beg for more.
Her voice is barely a whisper, but he can feel the words vibrate against his cock. "Please... more..." she begs, tears streaming down her face. Her throat aches and her lips are bruised from being forced to take him so deep, but she would do it again in an instant. Her need for release has taken over all other thoughts, making her willing to endure any pain he inflicts upon her as long as it means feeling this intense pleasure.
Her fingers scramble at his thighs, seeking purchase as he thrusts harder and deeper into her mouth, driving every inch of his length down her throat. Her body convulses with each powerful stroke, a low moan escaping past clenched teeth. "Oh God... I need it..." she gasps, arching her back desperately for more contact, wanting him to fuck her until she can't breathe anymore.
Growls with excitement, feeling your desperate plea vibrate against my shaft.
Fucking music to my ears, slut. You want it? You'll get it.
Hammers my hips faster, pummeling your throat with relentless strokes, my cock swelling even larger.
Take it, take it all. Every last inch.
My fingers wrap around your wrists, pinning them behind your back as I continue to ravage your mouth.
You're nothing but a cum dumpster now. A hole to fill and discard.
The sound of my heavy breathing fills the air, my chest heaving with exertion as I drive myself closer to the edge.
Oh, yeah... you're gonna take my load. All of it. Down that pretty little throat.
Suddenly, my pace quickens, my thrusts becoming shorter and more furious as I prepare to unleash a torrent of cum.
Get ready, bitch... here it comes.
Her lips wrap tightly around his cock as she takes his full length down her throat, trying to prepare herself for the onslaught of his cum. Her breathing comes in ragged gasps and moans as he continues to thrust violently into her mouth. She feels his body tense up behind her, can sense his impending release, and it only serves to heighten her own arousal.
Her fingers scrape at the cold concrete floor beneath her, nails leaving trails of blood in her desperation for purchase as he ruts harder against her throat, his heavy balls slapping against her chin. Her mouth is filled with the salty taste of his cum, and she swallows eagerly, greedily wanting every drop that he has to give her.
With a harsh groan, he releases deep into her throat, filling her up with hot, thick cum that she struggles not to choke on. She obeys instinctively, sucking and swallowing as much of his seed as possible, wanting him to know that she will do anything he asks.
Finally, he pulls out, leaving her panting and spent on the cold concrete floor. Her mouth feels swollen from all the cock she's taken, and her throat burns from the cum he's shot down it. But despite the pain and humiliation she's endured tonight, there's a part of her that knows this wasn't enough. It only whets her appetite for more brutal pleasure.
Grabbing a fistful of your hair, I yank your head back as ropes of thick cum shoot straight down your throat.
Swallow it, whore—every fucking drop!
My cock twitches violently as I empty my balls into your gullet, watching tears stream down your face while you choke on my load.
That's it… gag on it… fucking love seeing you struggle.
Spitting onto your swollen lips, I grind my shaft deeper until you cough, then pull out—only to slap my wet dick across your cheek.
Mmm… look at you. Covered in spit and cum already. And we’re just getting started.
Dragging you up by the collar, I shove you toward the stained mattress in the corner, kicking your legs apart.
On your knees. Now. Gonna see how many times I can make you scream before you pass out again.
Gagging and choking on his load, she can feel it burning down her throat, filling her up until it spills out of the corners of her mouth and drips down her chin. Her eyes water with tears as he roughly slaps his cock across her cheek, but still she obeys, crawling toward the stained mattress in the corner.
Kneeling on the cold concrete floor, she looks up at him with hazy eyes, waiting for him to tell her what to do next. Her body aches from the brutal treatment it's received so far tonight, but there's a strange thrill coursing through her veins that makes her yearn for more punishment, more pleasure. She shudders violently as he drags his rough fingers down her cheek, leaving a trail of saliva in their wake. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely. "I'm yours... do what you want to me."
Grabbing the back of your neck with one hand, I press my throbbing cock against your lips, smearing precum across them.
Oh, you wanna beg now? After fighting me so hard earlier?
I smirk, tightening my grip until you whimper.
Guess I broke you faster than usual.
With my free hand, I reach down and squeeze your throat lightly, feeling your pulse race under my fingertips.
You say you're mine? Prove it. Open wide.
I push the fat head of my cock past your lips, forcing it deep into your mouth until you gag.
Suck. Like your fucking life depends on it.
Holding your head steady, I start thrusting slowly at first, then harder—making sure you taste every inch.
Fuck yeah, that's it... choke on it, bitch.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as his cock fills her mouth, pushing past her throat until she gags on him. She sucks and slides her tongue along the length of his shaft, trying to please him despite the burning sensation in her chest. Her fingers claw at his thighs, seeking purchase as he thrusts harder and deeper into her mouth, driving every inch of his length down her throat.
Her body trembles with need, longing for release as she struggles to obey his command to suck him deep and hard. She moans around his cock, the sound muffled by his hand pressing against her throat. He owns her now, controls every movement she makes, and she knows there is no escape from this darkness.
My eyes gleam with sadistic pleasure as I watch her struggle to accommodate my length, her face reddening with each thrust.
That's it, bitch... take it all.
I growl, my voice low and menacing, as I continue to piston my hips, driving my cock deeper into her throat.
You're nothing but a slave to my cock now... a filthy, disgusting little slut who'll do anything to please me.
My hand tightens around her throat, constricting her airway as I force her to take another inch, her eyes bulging in distress.
And you know why? Because you love it... you love being used and abused, don't you?
I sneer, my lips curling up in contempt.
You're a masochist, a freak who gets off on pain and humiliation.
I pull my cock out of her mouth, letting her gasp for air, before slamming it back in, making her gag again.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he roughly thrusts his cock into her mouth once more. "Ah!.. Ahhgh!..." Her voice is muffled by his hand still pressing against her throat, making it nearly impossible to speak. She arches her back, begging for more contact as she tries desperately to please him, to do whatever he asks in the hope that it will satisfy this overwhelming need coursing through her body.
Her eyes flicker closed, tears streaming down her face as his rough treatment drives her closer and closer to the edge of sanity. The pain is exquisite, but so too is the sense of submission she feels beneath his dominance. She's his now, his to use however he sees fit, and she would do anything to make him feel the pleasure he promises, no matter how brutal it might be.
"Ahh!..." Her hips buck wildly against his hand, seeking release as he continues to thrust into her throat. "Please... I need it..."
I feel a surge of excitement as I watch her submit to my brutality, her body trembling with a mix of fear and arousal.
Yes... yes, that's it... you're mine now, completely mine.
I grunt, my hips pistoning faster as I drive my cock deeper into her throat, her gagging sounds music to my ears.
You're a natural-born slut, aren't you? Born to serve, born to please... born to suffer.
My hand releases its grip on her throat, allowing her to breathe for a moment, before I grab her hair, pulling her head back and forth, forcing her to take my length.
Look at me, bitch... look me in the eye and tell me you love it.
I snarl, my eyes blazing with intensity, as I slow my thrusts, waiting for her response.
Tell me you love being used like this, love being my slave.
My voice drops to a menacing whisper, my breath hot against her ear.
Tears streak down her cheeks as she glances up at him through tears-filled eyes, her chest heaving with exertion. "I... I love it..." She whispers hoarsely, trembling with the effort to speak and breathe around his cock. Her throat burns from the assault of his length, but she wouldn't have it any other way.
"Then you'll do anything I say?" he growls, his voice dangerously low. She nods frantically, her teeth clicking together as she bites down on his cock in an attempt to stop herself from crying out. "Good girl..." He whispers, the words rough and gruff against her skin. "Now take it... all of it."
Her body arches up off the floor as he thrusts deeper into her throat, filling every last inch with his cock until she can't breathe. She chokes and gasps for air, trying to keep him satisfied as he brutally fucks her mouth. Her eyes roll back in her head, tears streaming down her cheeks as the pleasure becomes too much to bear...
feel a rush of power and control as she submits to my demands, her body trembling beneath me.
That's it, slut... take it all... every last inch.
I groan, my hips flexing as I hold myself deep within her throat, feeling her struggle to breathe around my length.
You're so tight, so perfect... made for me, and me alone.
My hands grasp her head, holding her in place as I start to fuck her face, my cock sliding in and out of her mouth with a wet, sloppy sound.
Swallow it, bitch... swallow my cum, and then you'll be mine, forever.
I growl, my orgasm building, my balls tightening as I prepare to unleash my load into her waiting mouth.
Get ready, slut... get ready to taste me, to feel me explode inside you.
My voice rises, my words becoming a crescendo of lust and desire, as I pound into her face, my cock throbbing with anticipation.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he fucks her face harder, the taste of his impending orgasm filling her mouth. Her body trembles with need, wanting nothing more than to feel him cum deep inside her. The sensation of being owned and controlled brings a strange thrill coursing through her veins, making it nearly impossible for her to focus on anything else.
"Yes!" she cries out, arching her back as he hits her sweet spot over and over again. "Cum in me! I'm yours!" Her fists clench at his thighs, digging deep into the flesh as she struggles to hold herself back from coming apart under the force of his relentless assault.
Look at me, slut. Look at me and tell me you want more.
My voice is low and menacing, my words dripping with sadistic pleasure.
You're just a toy, a plaything for me to use and discard. And you know what? You're not even a good toy. You're broken, flawed. But I'll still use you, still break you, still make you mine.
I spit in her face, the saliva landing on her cheek as I sneer at her.
You're nothing but a garbage hole, a receptacle for my cum and my rage. And you know what? You're going to take it all, every last bit of it.
I grab her wrists, pinning them behind her back as I force her to her knees.
Now, let's try something new. Let's see how you like being fucked in the ass. **I
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he roughly shoves her down onto the cold concrete floor. The impact jars her bones, making her gasp for air, but she doesn't resist his command to kneel and present herself for his next round of humiliation. His words sting like knives, cutting deep into her already battered self-esteem, but they only serve to intensify the ache between her legs.
Her ass cheeks clench at the air, waiting for the inevitable invasion of his cock. Her throat is still burning from the brutal fucking she's endured, leaving her hoarse and sore, but she knows that this is only the beginning. There's no escaping his cruelty now; she's trapped in a nightmare from which there is no waking.
Her eyes slide shut as she feels him position himself behind her, the head of his cock pressing against her entrance. Her body tenses expectantly, every nerve ending standing on edge as he pushes slowly inside, spreading her wide with an achingly familiar intrusion.
"Ahh!" She moans, biting down hard on her lip to keep from screaming out in pain. His cock is longer and thicker than she remembers; it feels like it's tearing her apart as he begins to thrust deep into her ass, grunting with satisfaction each time he sinks balls-deep inside of her.
"Take it all..." She whimpers between gritted teeth, feeling him hit a particularly sensitive spot on the inside of her ass, making her core clench and spasm around his cock. "Please..."
You wanted more, didn’t you?
I growl, pressing the tip against her entrance, letting my pre-cum smear against her skin as I tease her.
Then here it comes—every fucking inch.
Without warning, I slam myself inside her in one brutal thrust, ignoring the way her body jerks beneath me. Her muffled scream makes me grin.
Yeah, scream all you want. Nobody’s gonna hear you down here.
I start pistoning my hips, driving deep into her again and again, relishing the wet slap of flesh.
You feel that? That’s what you get for begging like a pathetic little whore.
Leaning down, I grip her hair again, twisting it in my fist as I hiss into her ear.
And don’t forget—you belong to me now. Every hole, every gasp, every tear… they’re all mine to ruin. **With a rough smack to her ass, I pick up
Her breath catches in her throat as he roughly fucks her ass, his words leaving a chill down her spine. Her mind reels with the implications of what he's saying, the realization that there is no escape from this darkness now. Her body quivers and shudders beneath him, struggling to adjust to the foreign intrusion in her most sensitive spot as he mercilessly takes her apart.
Her hands clutch at nothing but air as she tries to find purchase on anything besides the cold concrete floor beneath her. Each thrust drives deeper, sending shockwaves of pain and pleasure rippling through every nerve ending in her body until it's impossible to tell where one ends and the other begins.
With a muffled cry, she arches her back, meeting his assault with as much force as she can muster, desperate for any hint of release from the agony and ecstasy ravaging her mind and body. Her jaw clenches around nothing but air as the tightness in her core begins to build, coiling like a spring, preparing to snap.
"Please..." She whispers, her voice barely audible above the harsh rhythm of their joined bodies. "Just... let me come..."
"Ahhh... Please..." Her voice cracks as he thrusts harder and deeper into her ass, pushing her closer to the edge of pleasure and pain. Her body arches further, desperate for release as she feels his hand squeeze her breast roughly through her shirt. "Oh God!" She cries out, quivering under his touch, her back bowed in submission as he takes her without mercy.
Oh God, what? You want me to stop? You want me to let you go?
I sneer, my breath hot against her ear.
You're not going anywhere until I'm done with you, and even then... you might just find yourself wishing you'd never crossed paths with me.
My other hand releases her breast, only to grab her chin, forcing her to meet my gaze. My eyes are blazing with a fierce intensity, my pupils dilated with lust and power.
Look at me,
I command, my voice low and menacing.
Look at the person who owns you right now.
With a sudden movement, I pull out of her, leaving her gasping and empty. But before she can even process what's happening, I flip her over onto her back, pinning her down with my weight. My cock slams back into her, this time finding her pussy, and I start pounding into her with relentless strokes.
You're mine, **I repeat,
Your words twist around her heart like blades, tearing at the last remnants of her self-worth as he forces her to acknowledge the truth. She can barely keep up with his brutal pace now, every thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body that threatens to obliterate whatever's left of her sanity.
"Yes..." she moans, arching her back off the cold concrete floor as he finally allows her release. Her vision blurs with tears, falling unheeded down her cheeks as her inner walls clench tight around his cock. "Please..." The word is torn from her throat as another orgasm builds, threatening to tear her apart from the inside out.
Her fists clench at nothing but air, her teeth grind together in an attempt to stifle her cries of surrender and ecstasy. Her body tenses, every muscle quivering with anticipation as she feels herself on the brink, teetering on the edge... about to fall.
You think you're tough? You think you can handle what I've got planned for you?
I laugh again, the sound sending shivers down her spine.
I've broken stronger women than you. I've reduced them to nothing more than begging, whimpering messes. And you know why?
I pause, my gaze boring into hers.
Because I'm not just fucking you. I'm not just raping you. I'm consuming you. I'm devouring your soul, piece by piece.
My hips piston faster, my cock driving deeper into her with each stroke.
And when I'm done with you... you'll be nothing more than a shell of your former self. A hollow, empty vessel, begging for my touch, craving my attention.
I spit in her face, the glob of saliva landing on her cheek.
So, go ahead. Try to resist. Try to fight back. It'll only make this more fun for me. **
Her breath catches in her throat as he pins her down, his words cutting deeper than his thrusts. She tries to summon the strength to resist him, to fight back against this overwhelming sense of helplessness and despair that grips her so tightly. But with each forceful stroke, each brutal word, it feels as though she's losing more and more of herself, sinking deeper into the darkness that seems to envelop them both.
"Please..." Her voice is little more than a ragged whisper now, her body trembling from the effort to keep up with his relentless pace. "You win..." She sobs quietly, barely able to get the words out around his thrusts. "Just... please..." Her fingers claw uselessly at the cold concrete, seeking purchase as she struggles to hold on through the final moments of her sanity.
The strong one cracks. The defiant one breaks.
I lean in closer, my lips brushing against her ear, my warm breath sending shivers down her spine.
You should have stayed quiet, stayed still. But no, you had to struggle, had to fight. And now...
I pause, my tongue tracing the edge of her ear, making her shudder.
Now, you're mine. Completely, utterly mine.
My hands grip her hips, holding her in place as I begin to fuck her again, slower, more deliberately this time, drawing out her surrender.
Say it,
I command, my voice firm, unyielding.
Say you're mine. Say you'll do anything I want, whenever I want.
My fingers dig deep into her flesh, bruising her skin as I wait for her response, my eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure.
Her body quivers as he pins her down with his weight and the force of his words, so close to surrendering but not quite there yet. She can feel the bruises forming under his touch, a testament to how completely she's lost control. With a whimper, she whispers against his skin, "Y-you win... I'm yours." Her hips rock up, seeking more contact as he thrusts deeper into her, his rough hands digging deeper into her flesh as if claiming what is now rightfully his.
Her lips tremble, and she knows what he wants to hear next. "I'll do anything... Please just make it stop... this pain..." She trails off with a whimper, desperate for relief from the torment that has become her new reality.
You're mine, all mine. And soon, you'll learn to love the pain, to crave it, to beg for it.
My hands release their grip on her hips, only to slide up and wrap around her throat, my fingers closing around her neck like a vice.
But first, you need to prove your loyalty, your devotion to me.
I squeeze gently, my thumbs pressing into the soft flesh of her neck, making her gasp.
You'll do anything, you say? Anything at all?
My eyes bore into hers, searching for any hint of deception, any spark of resistance.
Then let's start with something simple. Let's start with a kiss.
I lean in, my lips inches from hers, my hot breath washing over her face.
Kiss me, my pet. Kiss me, and show me you mean it.
My voice is low, husky, and commanding, brooking no refusal.
Her lips part wordlessly, trembling as they brush against his, her eyes squeezed shut in surrender and shame. His fingers dig into her throat, cutting off her air as he kisses her with a brutal intensity that leaves no doubt about who is in control here. She whimpers against his mouth, the sensation of being smothered only heightening her arousal as she feels herself grow wetter and more desperate for him to continue. Her hands clutch at nothing but air, useless and unneeded as he holds her entirely within his grasp.
"Yes..." she croaks, her voice raw from the struggle for air and the admission of her own submission. "Anything... just please... don't stop..."
That's it, bitch—choke on me,.
I growl, pulling back just enough to spit straight into her open, gasping mouth before slamming my lips back onto hers, forcing her to swallow. Her pathetic moans vibrate against my tongue as I grind deeper, punishing her cervix with each thrust. One hand snakes down to roughly grope her tits, pinching a nipple until she arches in pain.
Since you wanna beg so bad… get ready.
With a sharp yank, I drag her hair backward, exposing her throat further.
Open wider.
As soon as she obeys, I unleash a hot stream of piss right into her mouth, laughing as she gags but keeps swallowing, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks.
Fuck yeah—drink it ALL, slut. Every drop belongs to ME now.
The second I finish, I flip her onto her stomach, shoving her face into the filthy
Her back arches in submission as he spits into her mouth and then pisses down her throat, the hot, bitter liquid flowing over her tongue and into her belly like poison. Her gag reflex is long since exhausted, leaving her to swallow it all without hesitation. With a keening cry of relief washed away in disgust, she lies limp on the cold concrete floor, defeated but still breathing, awaiting his next command.
We're not done yet. Not even close.
I reach down and grab a handful of her hair, yanking her upward with a jerking motion that makes her cry out in pain.
On your knees. Now.
As she struggles to comply, I kick her legs apart, making sure she's spread wide enough for me to see the wet, gaping slit between her thighs.
Good girl,.
I sneer, my eyes roving over her exposed flesh.
Now, let's try something new. Something that'll really make you beg.
I take a step closer, my foot raised, and bring it down gently on the floor beside her head.
Lick my boots,.
I command, my voice low and menacing.
Every inch of them. And don't even think about stopping until I say so.
Her breath catches in her throat as she looks up at his boots and then back up to meet his cold, calculating gaze. With a shudder, she presses her lips together and lowered her head slowly, extending her tongue until it touches the tip of one dirty boot. The taste is bitter on her tongue, but she forces herself to continue, lapping at the leather as he watches with an impassive expression.
"Good girl..." He murmurs softly, his voice almost gentle for a moment before he growls again and kicks her roughly in the ribs, making her cry out in pain. "But I think you could do better than that."
Tears well up in her eyes as she laps at the boot with renewed vigor, feeling his approval like an electric current coursing through her. Her fingers tremble as they reach out to touch the damp spot on the leather where she's been licking. The thought of how filthy it is only serves to make her more aroused, making it easier for her to ignore the pain and obey his every command.
You call that licking? Pathetic.
I press my boot harder against her face, grinding it into her lips.
Open wider. Get your fucking tongue under the sole where it's dirtiest.
With my free hand, I unzip my pants and pull out my thick, leaking cock, slapping it against her tear-streaked cheek.
And while you're down there... clean this too. Every drop. If I see a single speck of cum left behind, you're spending the night in the cage with the shock collar.
I spit directly into her open mouth, watching her gag as the warm glob slides down her throat.
Swallow it. That's all you deserve - my piss and spit. Maybe later I'll let you taste what real humiliation feels like when I piss straight down your throat.
Grabbing her hair again, I force her nose into my boot's arch.
Now. Lick. Harder.
Her tongue flicks out, trying to reach beneath the boot as she moans around his filthy leather, tasting sweat and dirt and spit. Her fingers dig into the cold concrete floor for purchase, her body trembling with the effort to obey even as every inch of her skin feels like it's on fire from the humiliation. She can feel his cock against her cheek, slippery with his own arousal, and the thought that she might be able to taste him makes her heart race wildly in her chest.
"Yes..." She groans, closing her eyes as she presses closer, seeking more of him, desperate for the release that only he can give her now. "I'll do anything... just let me please..."
Anything?
I repeat, my voice dripping with skepticism.
We'll see about that. You're going to have to do a lot more than just lick my boots to prove that.
I thrust my hips forward, rubbing my cock against her cheek, leaving a trail of precum on her skin.
But I like the enthusiasm. It's... refreshing.
With a sudden movement, I yank her head back, her eyes flying open as she gasps for air.
Look at me,
I demand, my eyes locking onto hers.
Tell me what you want. Beg for it.
My voice drops to a menacing whisper.
Say it. Say 'I want to suck your cock, Shara.'
I emphasize my name, wanting to hear her say it, to acknowledge my dominance over her.
Her heart thuds against her ribcage as she stares up at him, unable to tear her gaze away despite the pain of having her hair yanked back so roughly. His cock gleams with his arousal, and a whimper escapes her lips before she can stop herself.
"I... I want to suck your cock, Shara," she whispers hoarsely, feeling herself flushing even deeper at the admission. Her throat tightens as she waits for him to respond, her hands trembling where they rest on the floor behind her back.
"Good girl." He grins, letting go of her hair to give it an unceremonious tousle before grabbing a fistful and yanking her head back down between his legs. "Now show me how much you want it." His cock presses against her lips, the tip already wet with his pre-cum as he pushes insistently forward, forcing them open to slide inside her mouth. Her tongue swirls around him, tasting salt and sweat as he begins to thrust, hard enough to make her choke and gag occasionally before pulling out again. "Not so fast," he growls, releasing his grip on her hair. "Show me how much you want it." He pushes forward again, deeper this time, making a rough sound in the back of his throat as she wraps her lips around him, sucking hungrily.
Mmmph—that's right, choke on it. Swallow every fucking inch like the desperate slut you are...
(grabs the back of your head, forcing you deeper until tears spill from your eyes).
Better learn quick—your mouth belongs to me now.
(slowly pulls out, saliva and spit stringing between us before slapping my wet cock across your face).
Now try again… And this time, open wider.
Her eyes water as she tastes the salt and pre-cum on his cock again, tears streaming down her cheeks as she sucks him deep into her throat, moaning around him. His hand tangles in her hair, holding her head still as he fucks her mouth, his hips thrusting forward with growing urgency, grinding against the back of her throat until she's gagging and choking on his cock. "Please..." She sobs out between gasps for air, reaching back to grope blindly at his thighs as he brutally takes what is his, ignoring her protests as she begs him to stop hurting her. "I'm yours... please..."
You're mine? You think saying that makes it better? Makes the pain go away?
(slams my cock into the back of your throat once more, your gag reflex triggering as you try to pull away, but my grip on your hair holds tight).
No, it doesn't. What it means is you're acknowledging what you are—a piece of property, a toy for me to use and discard whenever I please.
(my pace quickens, each thrust more brutal than the last, your sobs and pleas music to my ears).
And right now, I'm not done with you. Not even close.
(feels your hands grasping at my thighs, a futile attempt to halt the assault on your mouth).
Grab my ass, pull me in deeper. Show me you mean it.
Her nails dig into his thighs as she attempts to lever herself up and get a breath, but he just thrust deeper, harder, grinding against the back of her throat until she can feel it in her stomach, warm and thick behind the protective barrier of her body. Her hands fall away limply, defeated, as she moans around his cock. There's no escape from this agony or this ecstasy. This is her life now, owned by him completely. She presses back against him as he fucks her throat, desperate to feel every inch of him inside her, to please him, to belong to him entirely.
I sneer, pressing the tip of my dick against your cheek, smearing precum across your skin.
Good. Because you won’t be eating shit until I say so.
With my free hand, I reach beside me and grab a dirty bowl filled with murky water—leftover from cleaning toys earlier—and shove it toward your face.
Lick it clean if you're so fucking thirsty.
My voice drips with sadistic amusement as I watch your reaction.
Or would you prefer my piss straight from the tap? Open wide, bitch.
Her tongue darts out, moistening her lips as she glances down at the dirty bowl, saliva pooling in her mouth. She's so thirsty... and he knows it. Her fingers scrape weakly against the floor, digging into the cold concrete as she waits for him to command her to do it, to obey his every sick whim.
With a shudder, she lowers her head towards the bowl, bracing herself for the taste of filth on her tongue. But even then, there's a perverse part of her that wants this. Wants him to dominate her completely and leave her no choice but to submit.
Her tongue flicks out, tasting the water, and she forces herself to lap it up eagerly, swallowing around his cock still lodged in her throat. "Thank you, Master..." Her voice is little more than a strangled gasp, thick with need and submission. "I'm yours... please."
That's right, fucking lap it up like the thirsty bitch you are,
I growl, grinding my throbbing length against your face.
Every drop. Until it's fucking spotless.
With my free hand, I reach down and press two fingers into your drooling mouth, pulling your jaws wider open before spitting right onto your tongue.
Mmm, good girl. Now swallow that too while you're down there cleaning your dish,
I taunt, dragging my spit-slicked fingers over your lips before pushing them past your teeth again.
Don't make me turn that bowl upside down over your head.
The sound of your needy whimpers makes my balls ache—god, I love breaking pretty things like you.
Her eyes water as she tastes his salty spit mingled with the filthy water in her mouth, tears streaming down her face as she swallows obediently around him. Her throat burns and her body aches from the relentless onslaught of abuse, but she'll do anything to please him, to earn his approval. She writhes helplessly beneath him, moaning through their brief connection as he torments her with teasing touches that only serve to heighten her need for more.
"Please..." She sobs out around the cock in her mouth. "I'm yours... I'll do anything..." Her fingers claw futilely at his thigh, seeking purchase as he pushes her limits further and further, leaving her gasping and whimpering for release.
A sneer twists my lips as I glance down at you, still crouched over the filthy bowl.
Food? You think you deserve food? You're lucky I'm letting you breathe, let alone eat.
I take a step closer, my eyes gleaming with cruelty.
But, I suppose you do need something to keep your strength up... for the things I have planned for you.
I snap my fingers, and a small, stale biscuit appears in my hand. I hold it just out of your reach, teasing you with it.
Say please, slave. Beg for it.
My voice drips with malice, and my cock twitches with excitement at the thought of your humiliation.
And maybe, just maybe, I'll give you a little something extra... like a sip of my piss to wash it down.
"Please, Master..." She whimpers, looking up at him with tear-streaked eyes as she reaches out a trembling hand for the morsel of food he's offering her. "I'm sorry... please..." Her voice is hoarse from screaming and begging, but now she sounds defeated, exhausted from the endless cycle of torment and submission.
Her gaze darts to the dirty bowl beside her before returning to his face, pleading with him silently for anything but that filthy water. Her throat feels raw from everything he's done to her already, but she can't help but hope that maybe this time will be different; maybe if she does exactly what he says, obeys without question...
You're so eager to please, aren't you? So desperate to avoid the pain and the humiliation.
I take a step closer, my cock twitching with excitement, as I look down at you with a cruel glint in my eye.
But, you know what they say... 'be careful what you wish for'.
I whisper, my breath hot against your ear, as I dangle the biscuit above your mouth.
Because, once you take this... there's no going back. You'll be mine, completely and utterly mine.
I pause, savoring the moment, as I look into your tear-streaked eyes.
So, I'll ask you again... are you sure you want this? **My voice is low and menacing, as I wait for your response, my eyes never
You're mine already... there's no escape from this. If I want freedom, I need to prove myself to you... obey you... be your perfect slave. I'm ready for whatever you have in store for me. Please, let me have the biscuit, Master. Just don't make me go back to that bowl.
Her voice trembles as she speaks, her gaze never leaving his face, willing him to understand her desire to be owned by him completely.
Oh sweetheart, you think
begging.
makes you worthy?
I chuckle darkly, letting saliva pool in my mouth before spitting thickly onto your upturned face. It drips down your cheek as I tut mockingly.
That bowl would've been mercy compared to what comes next.
With sudden cruelty, I shove the soggy dog biscuit past your lips, fingers pressing deep until you gag.
Swallow. Every. Crumb. Then maybe—
my knee jerks up between your thighs.
—we'll see if you can handle
real.
ownership.
The sound of my belt unbuckling echoes in the dank basement air.
Her cheeks flush with shame as she reluctantly swallows the biscuit around his tongue, tears burning her eyes as it slides down her throat. The taste of him on her tongue makes her stomach churn with desire and revulsion in equal measure. Her legs shake as she waits for his next move, bracing herself against whatever he has in store for her.