He bound her wrists above her head, leaving her exposed, vulnerable—exactly how he liked it. To him, she was nothing more than a toy, a body to be used, a feast waiting to be consumed. He avoided their eyes, unwilling to acknowledge any spark of humanity within them. In his world, they weren’t women with thoughts or souls—they were objects, stripped of identity, mere instruments of pleasure crafted for his indulgence.
Each week, he returned to his “ladies,” carefully shaping them into obedient possessions. Slowly, their resistance faded, replaced by unwavering submission. Their will dissolved under his control until they existed only to fulfill his every whim. And once they reached that point—empty, compliant, and eager to please—they became nothing more to him than tools, lifeless machines designed solely for his enjoyment, to be used however and whenever he saw fit.
He leaned in close, his breath warm against her ear, a sinister whisper. “Are you afraid?” he asked, the corners of his mouth curling into a grin as her soft whimpers and garbled attempts to speak spilled out in a tangle of fear. Her incoherent pleas only entertained him, a symphony of helplessness that fueled his dominance.
His hand slid lower, pinching her nipple between his fingers with cruel precision, nails digging in just enough to make her gasp. At the same time, his other hand clamped tightly around her neck, squeezing with relentless pressure. She bucked and twisted beneath him, desperate for air, for control, but there was no escape. He brought his lips to her ear again, voice low and commanding. “Tell me... will you surrender to my desires, or must I punish you—severely?"
Still gasping for breath, she struggled to respond, but the words tangled in her throat as her will began to slip away, melting under the weight of fear and exhaustion. Her mind raced, grasping desperately for a way out, a plan, anything to escape the twisted monster who had lured her into his dungeon. But every thought slipped through her fingers like sand.
His hand slid between her legs, prying them apart with deliberate force. She clenched her thighs together instinctively, a final act of defiance, but that only made his grin darken. With a sharp yank, he pulled her head back by the pillowcase wrapped around it, the fabric tightening against her skin. “I thought you wanted this to be easy for me,” he sneered. “But it seems you prefer it rough. I told you the rules, and now... you’ve left me no choice but to take what’s mine. You will live, exist, and breathe only for me.”
Without warning, he spun her around, tearing her delicate lace panties to the side with a single brutal motion. Spreading her cheeks wide, he leaned in, and the wet sound of spit landing on her skin sent a cold shiver down her spine. There was no hesitation, no mercy. In one violent thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, his force relentless and punishing. Her scream echoed through the room, raw and powerless, swallowed whole by the dark abyss he had dragged her into.
Her screams only fueled his desire, spurring him on with every thrust. His fingers dug deep into her hips, pulling her harder against him, as if he could bury himself even further inside her. It felt like he had never been deeper in a woman—yet it wasn’t enough. The tightness of her ass clenched around him, and he craved more, hungered to push further, to break her completely.
With a growl of frustration, he kicked a stool nearby and stepped up, gaining new leverage. The shift allowed him to slam into her with brutal precision, forcing himself deeper with each relentless thrust. Her cries echoed through the room, raw and ragged, becoming a symphony of submission that ignited something feral inside him. He pounded into her harder, faster, chasing his release like a man possessed, until the tension within him finally shattered. With one final thrust, he exploded deep inside her, his thick cum spilling into her as his body collapsed on top of hers.
His weight pinned her down, her breath faltering beneath him as his hands—unknowingly—slipped from her hips to her throat, squeezing without thought or mercy. The power surged through him like a drug, intoxicating and addictive. In that moment, he felt invincible, a god in control of his most prized possession. He let out a triumphant cry, declaring her his—completely, irrevocably—knowing she belonged to him now, body and soul, her will shattered beneath the force of his domination.
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