Nicole's heart raced when she was called a good girl. The acknowledgment not only uplifted her spirits but also instilled a sense of self-fulfillment and contentment in her. She found a newfound happiness in this recognition, a satisfaction that was serene and yet palpable. This praise, simple yet potent, made her blush with excitement, stirring a delightful flurry within. It felt like a warm embrace that made her heart flutter, infusing her with an alluring blend of passion and vitality.

Nicole was lost in her reverie and flood of emotions when she felt Pollack clamp a hand around her throat. With a strong grip he lifted his arm that was still very attached to Nicole’s throat. She struggled to breathe as her fear quickly spiked and her heart thumped rapidly in her chest. She struggled to stand and relieve the pressure against her wind pipe, squeezing out a small choking sound as she half stood and was half lifted. The pressure eased as she was fully standing, weak as her knees were. She was unsteady, and found her self sliding into a heavy blanket of fear, feeling the transition from bliss to this quickly. The stark contrast of feelings left her anxiously wondering what she’d done. She realized this was still essentially a play rape, and marveled at how quickly Pollack was able to trigger such strong and opposing reactions from her.

Pollack grabbed a sit full of hair and shoved her towards the bed. She was flung onto the bed and landed on her stomach. He was on her in a flash, shoving her face down into the sheets and holding her there, squirming and whimpering. She felt his breath on her ear, as he moaned into ear that he “loved her helpless and whimpering”. These words sent electricity thru her body straight to her clit. Her pussy absolutely throbbed while she could barely breathe with fear permeating her. He smacked her hard on the ass, hard enough for her to cry out in pain.

“Raise your ass you dirty little whore!” Pollack's directive to Nicole was delivered with such authoritative presence that it elicited immediate compliance from her. His demeanor, infusing both firmness and an understated intensity, inspired a complex response in Nicole. She found herself drawn into a paradoxical state where she harbored a profound desire to heed his instructions, yet simultaneously carried an apprehension of the potential repercussions of failing to meet his expectations. His command catalyzed an inherent need within her to demonstrate her competence, a sense of responsibility that was laced with a subtle hint of fear. This emotionally charged dynamic, oscillating between aspiration and trepidation, kept Nicole on her toes, continually driving her to strive for excellence.

Nicole quickly raised her ass, sliding to her knees, her face still pushed into the mattress. She gasped for breath as she slightly spread her legs, anticipating Pollack exploring her with his hands and fingers. He did neither, as he reached between her legs and grabbed her hand, yanking it backwards and between her legs. He yanked her arm back hard until her wrist was nearly next to her ankle. He quickly snapped a cuff over her left hand and cuffed the other side to the left ankle. Her body was contorted and stretched painfully as she felt him grab her right hand and cuffed it just as roughly. He stood back then, looking at his helpless prize, admiring the view of Nicole restrained and open for him. His choice of either hole, and she couldn’t do anything about it.

Nicole lay there, face still buried in the bed. She could not move, to relieve the pressure. She was barely able to turn her head sideways to breathe, and her arms stretched and cuffed in this manner arched her downwards, applying a constant pressure to the bed for her shoulders and face. The psychological aspect of Nicole's restrained state was as profound as it was complex. She found herself helplessly bound, a condition that left her acutely vulnerable and intensely exposed. The raw, visceral sense of powerlessness stirred a wave of emotions within her, evoking feelings that were distressing yet strangely captivating. However, amidst this whirlpool of vulnerability, Nicole began to discern an unexpected reaction within herself. She discovered a surprising enjoyment of the situation, an inexplicable fascination that transcended the discomfort and fear associated with her predicament. There was a sense of exhilaration in the surrender, a thrill in the uncertainty, that she found herself oddly drawn towards. Despite the challenges and apprehensions, she relished this experience, finding it to be a novel, enlightening journey of self-discovery.

Pollack derived a peculiar satisfaction from seeing Nicole in her restrained, helpless state. There was something compelling about the tableau before him, an image of vulnerability and submission that stirred something within him. The sight of Nicole, so evidently out of her element and yet so resilient, aroused a complex mixture of emotions. He savored these moments, absorbing the intense aura of the scene. However, after a while, he found himself wrestling with an internal shift. The passive observance was no longer enough, and he felt an insistent urge to engage more directly. The longer he watched Nicole straggle with her bindings, her weakening resistance excited him. His cock stiffened and grew, throbbing each time Nicole whimpered. He stood, closing the distance between them and climbed up behind her. He reached forward, grabbing two fistfuls of her hair and pulling backwards, causing her to whimper loudly in pain, her back and body arching and tensing the bindings against her ankles and wrists. In one smooth, deep thrust Pollack took her, burying his cock deep inside her warm wet pussy. Nicole screamed out in surprise pleasure, and Pollack grinned, sliding back and thrusting home again, as hard as he could. He was going to love violating her holes.