He looks at her, knowing what she wants, before she understands it herself. Knowing what she subconsciously craves. The way she looks at him with eyes that soak in the scene before her. She is entranced by his enormous stature. His size. His strength.
He asks her again to give her consent. She abides by his request and replies with
”Yes I consent to you using me, taking me, hurting me...”
He smiles and lashes out. His hand striking firmly across her cheek. A loud slap that temporarily stuns her. She stumbles and falls.
He reaches down and grabs a handful of hair, painfully dragging her back to her knees. The tears from the impact forming in her eyes and cascading down her cheeks.
“You aren’t ready for this, are you...”
A blank look.
“Are you, you filthy little fucking whore...”
She looks up and smiles, mouthing the words
“I am ready...Sir”
He strikes out again. A backhand slap. Her head spins backwards, but his other hand grips the back of her head. She is bewildered from the impact. In a daze. He smiles again as he unzips.
forsing her head down, parting her lips with the thickness of his cock. He isn’t delicate. He isn’t kind. His simple plan is to deliver what she asked for. To hurt her. Use her. To pleasure himself with her holes. All she gets from this encounter is pain, tears and an understanding of Primal at its core.
To be used like an ******* in heat. Used and fucked until spent. The tears and her sobs make his cock hard. He pulls his cock out of her mouth and pushes her backwards, watching as she falls hard onto the floor.
His huge hand descending on her left breast. Hard impact. The sound of the impact ricocheting off the walls of the abandoned warehouse. She screams. A loud piercing scream as she feels the pain of the impact take hold.
”Scream all you like cunt. No one can hear you from here...”
She looked at him, fear beginning to fill her eyes. She suddenly realised the reality didn’t quite match the fantasy that she could turn off in her head when ready.
He recognised that look and once again he smiled. He drags her over to the wall and places her sitting back against the wall. Fingers from each of his hands roughly shoved into her mouth and pulling her mouth open wide. Inserting his cock and thrusting violently, feeling her head ****** into the wall and her throat unwillingly take his cock.
Feeling her gag and try to push back on him as she fights for air. How cute that she believed she has the right to breathe instead of her sole purpose there and then being to provide him with pleasure.
The night has just begun. He was going to enjoy turning her into his little fucktoy whore and teaching her what serving him truly meant...
He asks her again to give her consent. She abides by his request and replies with
”Yes I consent to you using me, taking me, hurting me...”
He smiles and lashes out. His hand striking firmly across her cheek. A loud slap that temporarily stuns her. She stumbles and falls.
He reaches down and grabs a handful of hair, painfully dragging her back to her knees. The tears from the impact forming in her eyes and cascading down her cheeks.
“You aren’t ready for this, are you...”
A blank look.
“Are you, you filthy little fucking whore...”
She looks up and smiles, mouthing the words
“I am ready...Sir”
He strikes out again. A backhand slap. Her head spins backwards, but his other hand grips the back of her head. She is bewildered from the impact. In a daze. He smiles again as he unzips.
forsing her head down, parting her lips with the thickness of his cock. He isn’t delicate. He isn’t kind. His simple plan is to deliver what she asked for. To hurt her. Use her. To pleasure himself with her holes. All she gets from this encounter is pain, tears and an understanding of Primal at its core.
To be used like an ******* in heat. Used and fucked until spent. The tears and her sobs make his cock hard. He pulls his cock out of her mouth and pushes her backwards, watching as she falls hard onto the floor.
His huge hand descending on her left breast. Hard impact. The sound of the impact ricocheting off the walls of the abandoned warehouse. She screams. A loud piercing scream as she feels the pain of the impact take hold.
”Scream all you like cunt. No one can hear you from here...”
She looked at him, fear beginning to fill her eyes. She suddenly realised the reality didn’t quite match the fantasy that she could turn off in her head when ready.
He recognised that look and once again he smiled. He drags her over to the wall and places her sitting back against the wall. Fingers from each of his hands roughly shoved into her mouth and pulling her mouth open wide. Inserting his cock and thrusting violently, feeling her head ****** into the wall and her throat unwillingly take his cock.
Feeling her gag and try to push back on him as she fights for air. How cute that she believed she has the right to breathe instead of her sole purpose there and then being to provide him with pleasure.
The night has just begun. He was going to enjoy turning her into his little fucktoy whore and teaching her what serving him truly meant...
