I don't want to take her on a table again, so this time, I drag her to the cross in the corner, reaching to secure one of the cuffs around her wrist. When I repeat the action with the other one, her body slumps, and I chuckle.
She'sdefinitelynot conscious. The pressure pulls on her arms and shakes her tits as her head drops forward so violently it's a wonder her neck doesn't break. I cuff her ankles and move out from under her, free to appraise my pet. Her dark hair covers her face, so I sweep it into my fist and use that to pull her head back, transferring the leverage to a rope suspended from the open rafters on the ceiling.
I’ve spent weeks curating my playroom for the occasion.
Denying my urges hasn’t worked, and I’m not fond of the idea of having to explain any missed messes to my cleaning company. When I finally submitted to the idea that I needed to do this right, I decided to create this room. My new toy is the first one to get to play with me down here, and I want to break it all in with her, but I’m sure we won’t have enough time.
She's so pretty with her tears tracking down her cheeks. It will be a shame to kill her, but the beast needs to be fed eventually. For now, I'm sating him with all this pleasure, but I can't live in this dungeon. I have an image to maintain, after all.
Right now, I'm not worried about my image. Now, I'm enjoying myself, taking the opportunity to do everything I've wanted to do before now... things that no self-respecting woman would let me try when I'm only paying for a single night... or when I've wined and dined her at the nicest restaurant in the city.
I grab the dildo off the shelf, assessing its size.
All of my toys are new for her, and she isn't even awake to be honored by that.
She moans when I plunge the dildo inside of her, watching it disappear inch by inch as her body takes it all. I don't know where it goes, given that she’s so small, but it all disappears inside of her, save for the base my knuckles are wrapped firmly around. I pump it a few times, making sure that she gets it good and wet as she whimpers.
When she’s wet enough that the squelching sounds overpower her groans, I line my still-hard cock up with her entrance, bracing my knee on the side of her stomach so that I can ease myself in right alongside the toy.
She stretches for me, accommodating me even though she moans and cries, slow tears dripping onto her breasts.
I glance down to look at where we're joined together and see the bulge against her tight stomach, my cock trying to find a way out so it can breathe. It’s too fucking snug like this. It's enough to make me come right there, but I close my eyes, gritting my teeth so that I can focus on containingthe pleasure.
The fake dick on top of mine thrusting in tandem with me makes me feel especially raw as I fuck her desperately, trying to hold onto the pleasure for as long as I can.
She hisses as I double my pace, my heart hammering against my ribcage as I slam inside of her. I'm just about there when I get the notion to look down again. This time, though, I press on that spot on her stomach, the bulge where I'm buried along with the dildo.
She wakes up screaming, her eyes flying open as the sensation rips her from unconsciousness and hurls her right into a brutal orgasm.
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The pleasure is vicious enough to pull her from the dregs of unconsciousness, but that doesn't last long.
She comes, screaming and writhing, moaning and gripping my cock like she can crush it between her thighs. There's no awareness to her... she doesn't realize she's cuffed to the St. Andrew's Cross, that she's in a different place from wherever she was when she was last awake, that I'm inside her, the source of all that beautiful fucking pleasure.
I watch her lips form around a scream and her head roll back as she convulses, the chains of the cuffs rattling. She takes me hostage as she comes, her pussy clamping around me and the toy so tight that I grunt from the exertion. My cock is sensitive as hell right now, but it's an exquisite sort of pleasure and pain that has me grunting, bracing myself against the top of the wood beams as she milks my cock in her unconscious state.
It's one hell of an orgasm, so intense that I wonder if it's possible to fuck someone to death. It may be my favorite way to sate the beast, if so. He’s been pretty quiet when my dick has been inside her.
When she goes limp, her head falls toward me, rolling onto my shoulder. I catch her there, petting her dirty hair and soaking in the smell of her sweat... and piss.
Now that my need for her has been sated, I realize how fucking filthy she is. There's no telling how long she was in that box, so it's no surprise she pissed herself eventually. But it seems to permeate her hair along with the smell of sweat. There's no distant memory of shampoo, which makes me wonder when she had her last bath and how long she was in captivity before she came to me.
I ease the dildo out first, breathing heavily as it drags along my sensitive shaft to the point of overload. She moans when I slip it from between her legs, and I laugh.
“You love being stuffed, don't you, doll face?”
My fingers caress her cheek, appreciating the feel of her cool skin.
By the time I slip out of her, she's silent, whatever awareness she'd fleetingly shown gone entirely.
I step back to survey my masterpiece, taking in the bruises that were left by someone other than me and the blood that I didn't draw out of her. My cum coats her thighs, but it's a hollow victory now that I've got some of the need out of me. My cock is still hard and stiffening with my anger as I assess her.
She's beautiful, but she's not what I fucking wanted.
You can rewrite her abuse.
