I want to tie you, to bind you, to render you helpless, frightened, vulnerable. My goal is to make you submit, to transform you into an object whose sole, singular raison d'etre is to please me. Only when I have broken you, violated your being entirely, will I release my passion fully, filling you, the final proof that you belong to me completely. You feel me staring at you, naked and bound, as you twist in vain to hide yourself from my hungry gaze. You see the smile slide across my moist lips as I watch you struggle, drinking in my long, lithe form as you writhe, crying softly. Laughing languidly, I plunge my right middle finger into the warm shadows between your legs, rolling it in the soft folds. You moan. "I am wet," I smile, sliding in another finger, my eyes moving from where they were, locked with yours, down to your round breasts, nipples pink and erect. "I like it." You feel a third finger stretch you open. You shake your head vigorously.

Using my unoccupied hand, I smack you hard. Turning your head back to me, you look at me, despite the sting and the tears welling in your eyes. "I like it," you say again, smile gone, jabbing my fingers further into you to punctuate my assertion. "You filthy little slut, you like it. " Laughing again, more to myself, I stick out my tongue and circle your right nipple with it, flicking it again and again, then switching to your left breast, all the while my fingers working you faster and faster. I take as much of your right breast in my mouth as I can, sucking it hard. I switch to your left breast now, again taking as much of it as I can. I am devouring you. You moan again. "Oh yeah, I love this. " I pull my hand away abruptly. "You can't believe it but you are really into this. "You begin to shake your head again, horrified and disgusted at your body's reaction to my vile assault, but stop as I raise my hand to smack you again. I smack you anyway. "I don't want you to be the only one having fun here," I snarl as I begin to undo my jeans, one button at a time. "I want to have some fun too. I'm the one who is supposed to be having all the fun.

You don't move or speak as I pull out my cock, hard and throbbing, from my pants. Now just look at what you've done, I laugh, stroking myself as I walk towards you. You struggle against the ropes to close your legs, to block me out before I get any closer. I climb on top of you, like an animal, and you feel me searching for your opening, pushing, pushing, pushing until I am inside you. A sound escapes your throat. I am moving now, faster and faster. I am so deep within you and so large that you feel impaled. You stifle your screams as, impossibly, I go deeper and you feel as though you will be torn in two. Your arms, still tightly bound, are numb now. You feel nothing but the flames of sharp, stretching pain between your legs. I continue to pound myself into you as you begin sobbing outright. Finally, with a loud, laughing yell, I reach my climax. You feel each burst like a fire hose inside your womb. In one last act of triumph and ownership, I withdraw myself, before I am entirely finished, and empty my last warm drops onto your face.