I didn’t expect my day to end with cold steel around my wrists and your heavy boots echoing against the floorboards, but here I am, your brand new toy. My breath catches in my throat as you drag me into the center of the room, my trembling knees barely keeping me upright. You tell me I belong to you now, and the way you look at me makes my skin crawl and burn all at once.
My mind wanders to the extreme snuff stories I’ve whispered about in the dark, but nothing prepared me for the weight of your actual hands on my skin. I’m just a helpless little thing, aren’t I? A busty little prize with my heavy titties spilling out of my torn top, swaying with every sob I try to choke back. You don’t want my tears, though; you want my total surrender.
You step close, smelling of sweat and authority, and suddenly your thick fingers are wrapping around my firm neck. You aren’t gentle. You squeeze until the world starts to blur at the edges, and I can feel the pulse thumping wildly in my throat against your palm. I should be terrified, but as the air thins, a traitorous moan escapes my lips. It feels so good to be handled so roughly.
I look up at you with wide, glassy eyes, watching your expression shift as you realize how much I’m enjoying the pressure. You growl, tightening your grip, and I can see the bulge in your pants hardening right before my eyes. My own body is betraying me, my core slicking with heat because you’re choosing to break me. The room spins as you finally let go, only to shove me hard onto my back.
I hit the mattress with a thud, my chest heaving as I desperately try to pull air back into my lungs. My nipples are hard and sensitive, peaking toward the ceiling while I lay there exposed and vulnerable. You don’t give me a second to recover. You strip down, your massive cock pulsing and ready to punish me for being such a good, submissive girl.
You dive between my thighs, pinning my arms above my head so I can’t even move. Then, you start to fuck my brains out. Every thrust is deep, violent, and perfect. I’m lost in the sensation of you claiming every inch of me, my head tossing back and forth against the pillow. I’m your personal slave, your property, and I’ll take every bit of this rough treatment until I can’t scream anymore. You’re ruining me, and I never want you to stop.
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