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Gripping you by the throat and squeezing, watching the confusion enter your eyes as your blood supply to the brain is cut off.

Your mind and thoughts begin to get foggy.

Disorientated, your eyes roll back as you begin to lose consciousness.

I release my grip a little, just enough to feed the blood supply back into your brain and watch as you regain a semblance of consciousness.

My cock hard as I watch the colours of your face change each time you begin to lose your struggle with consciousness.

I lie you back and spread your legs, your skirt riding up over your hips.

Your panties wet from a mixture of fear and desire.

I had told you I was going to use you against your will.

You had agreed to allow me.

Placing trust in me to take what I want, when I want, how I fucking want.

I wanted it right now.

To use you.

Selfishly use you.

Control your consciousness as I introduced you to edge play in the extremes.

My other hand sliding your panties to the side, exposing your cunt.

Driving my fingers into your cunt, exploring what I now fucking own.

Feeling it come to life.

That wetness in overload.

The sounds of your wet cunt as I finger fuck you harder and faster.

The sounds of your moans as I allow you to partially regain consciousness.

Edging your cunt, while keeping you semi conscious and foggy.

Your body and cunt roaring to life, but your mind struggling to comprehend.

To continuously loop you in and out of consciousness and edge you harder and faster.

I bring you back one last time, releasing my grip on your throat.

Pure conscious reality hits you.

You look around almost bedazzled as you recognise your surroundings once again.

On your back, your legs spread wide, my fingers forcing themselves in and out of your cunt.

I slide my fingers over your internal g-sport and force an orgasm from you.

Your mind snaps to attention as your cunt loses control.

You try to stop me, my free hand gripping your wrists and easily restraining you.

My hand continues to pump your cunt as the orgasm flows over you and you begin to violently squirt.

Your body thrashing, your mind out of control, but your cunt in my complete control.

This is your future, little whore.

Welcome to understanding what having your cunt and your orgasms controlled means…

She clawed at his back. Her fingernails gouging into his flesh. Desperately fighting against the onslaught as his cock penetrated her already swollen lips.

His hips slamming into her again and again. Her hair wrapped around his hand, pulling her head back violently.

Smiling to himself as he watched the mixed expression on her face. The grimace of pain from her hair being pulled, pleasure from his cock penetrating her and lust from having her physical control taken from her.

He listened to her moans get louder as he fucked her harder. Each penetration bringing a new moan escaping from her lips. He fucked her relentlessly, providing her pleasure mixed with pain.

It hurt her, but she didn’t want it to stop. The conundrum of pain mixed with pleasure, driving her towards another orgasm.

His cock engorging as he prepares to unload inside her.

She hears him growl the words

“Don’t moan for me as you fucking cum. Scream for me, like a good little fucking whore…”

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He looks at her and smiled.

She was as vanilla as they come.

Stay at home mum type, that was shy, demure and lacking any sexual experience outside of her own bedroom.

She enjoyed the way he wrote.

The way her mind could float and dance with the pictures his words created in her head.

She had messaged him.

A shy message, wanting to find out about what he could do to her.

She craved the idea of being humiliated in public.

Told him that her cunt got so wet from reading about it.

They discussed in detail.

He warned about his nasty.

His brutal side.

The way he enjoyed turning good girls into filthy service whores.

She opened herself up, vulnerable and willing.

He warned her again that it would not be gentle, not fuzzy and soft.

That it would be an experience that she would not quickly forget.

That she needed to give unequivocal consent.

She consented and they arranged a meet.

Wanting to feel what it was like to be taken, used, against her will.

He gave her instructions on where to meet.

Those instructions led her to a dark public carpark just out of town.

Darkness shrouded the parking bays, trees and shrubs on the edges that concealed things in the darkness.

This was a well known dogging spot.

She watched from her parked position as his car pulled in.

She did as he instructed.

Stripped naked, except for her T-shirt and walked over to his car.

Drivers side window.

Leaning in and began sucking his cock.

Her naked form on display for others to see.

She had to lean in far to reach his lowered seat.

This opened her cunt and ass nicely for those watching.

He could see her excitement as her body came alive and betrayed her.

Excitement stimulated fear.

Her cunt pulsing, wetness dripping down her inner thighs.

I pushed her back out of the window.

Enough pretty play.

Pushed her back against my car.

Tearing the T-shirt from her.

Wrapped it around her neck and watched the fear enter her eyes again.

Pinning her against my car and displaying her for all others to see.

Slapping her breasts and enjoying the screams that ripped from her chest.

Slapping hard, perfect aims.

Slapping to flick the nipples and deliver excruciating pain to her.

Slapping the tender flesh on her breasts again.

The next scream is my cue.

Her mouth comes open and I drive her to her knees.

Muffling the scream with my cock.

Fucking her face relentlessly, preparing to throat her.

Ordering her to play with her cunt and make herself cum as I begin to stretch her fucking throat.

Welcome to the world of public use, little whore.

Welcome to your new fucking world of being my little fucking service whore…

“Picture title - Firm but gentle guidance…”

Her tongue running over her lips costing them with moisture, as she slid them over the soft skin of the head of his cock.

Taking him deeper and deeper into her mouth, she savoured the feel of his thick shaft rubbing against her tongue.

The heat of it intoxicated her, as she inhaled his manhood even deeper still, filling her mouth with him.

She enjoyed sucking his cock.

But to her it was more than just sucking or worshipping.

To her, his cock was to be revered.

To be idolised as she made love to it with her mouth.

She listened to the sounds that emitted from him.

The way he gripped her head and pulled her mouth down into his shaft.

The way his stomach moved as the pleasure took hold of him.

Pleasure that she provided, through her devotion and service to him.

She felt her cunt get wet and quiet, moaning whimpers began to escape from her, as her desire, devotion and need took hold of her.

The need to worship him consuming her every fucking thought.

She felt the grip on the back of her head tighten as he prepared to orgasm and cum.

She moaned deep inside as she felt him force himself deep into her throat and unload his seed into her…

Face pressed into the pillow, you find it hard to breathe. My knee jammed between your legs, forcing them open.

You asked to be taken. No safety net. To be taken, forced, fucked, used and abused. No quarter given. No gentle. Just pure brutality.

Your legs lock tight as you fight what is to come. Silly fucking girl. Fistful of hair, your head is ripped back. You scream from the pain of your hair nearly being ripped from your scalp.

I lean forward, growling menacingly as I utter the words

”Open your legs you filthy little fucking cunt, or I will open them for you...”

You resist my demands. Sobbing racks your chest as you begin to cry. Tears of fear, mixed with urgent need to purge. You need to relive the past. This is why you have asked for this treatment.

You feel your throat constricting. Two powerful hands controlling you. A vice like grip that you cannot break free from. Your grip on reality begins to fade as the darkness of blood loss to the brain begins to take hold.

”You asked for this” is the last words you hear as you begin to black out.

Your body limp, I force your legs open. Cock against your tight asshole. Plunging in. Over and over again, stretching your tight little asshole.

You stir, your body and mind coming to life. Instantly try to resist. To fight.

I smile and force your head back into the pillow. You don’t possess the strength to resist. You scream as my cock plunges deep into your asshole.

You wanted this. You needed this. The desire in me building as I begin to feel myself ready to give you the prize of ultimate shame. My unwanted cum inside of you.

You feel my cock begin to thicken as I prepare to cum. You scream fruitlessly into the pillow. Your despair, your pain, your hatred, your anger and the true conundrum of your kink bound existence, your need. All muted, controlled and contained.

Your entire body struggling, but to no avail. Your control taken. Size, stature and strength mastering you. Controlling you. Owning you. Delivering to you.

I push your head harder into the pillow as my body arches and my thrusts become dangerous in intent. My balls constrict as they pump their seed into you, my hips violently driving into you. My cum forced deep into your ass.

I lay their on top of you, empty and spent. Your body underneath me, pinned down. You are no longer struggling. No longer fighting. No longer resisting.

I turn you over and pull you into my arms. Hold you tight. Your need has been sated. The darkness once again kept at bay. Safe in my embrace.

Your tear streaked face so beautiful in the aftermath of the delivery of your need to feel physical and mental pain and torment. My hand runs gently through your matted hair.

You look at me and I hear you sigh as you utter the words ”Thank you Daddy...”

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Honestly, she couldn’t tell you why he made her cunt come alive.

His words were crude, nasty, volatile and filthy.

His way was different to anything she’d ever experienced.

But her cunt reacted.

Every single time.

She never thought of herself as being a whore.

Nor did she consider herself a filthy fucking slut.

But when she pictured the scene created by his words.

All she wanted to do was become her.

One of the whores he wrote about.

But the truth was even more obscene to her.

She didn’t just want to become the one depicted in his writing.

She wanted to become the one he wrote about.

To become his little fucking whore...

It’s not just about the way you physically kiss or touch her.

Those are important aspects.

But she needs more.

She needs to feel you.

Truly feel you.

She wants to feel you look at her like nothing else exists in this world.

A look so penetrating that it reaches her very soul.

She loves your touch, but she needs to feel you beyond just the flesh on flesh of skin deep.

She wants you to touch her in ways that penetrates beyond her skin.

She wants to feel you.

She wants to feel all of you.

She wants that feeling that embeds itself in her very soul.

That forever feeling...

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The arousal that floods her body as his mouth aggressively explores her lips and mouth. The flicker of energy that builds towards a crescendo of lust, passion, need and desire.

He slides inside her, aggressive and assertive. Unbridled passion, power and force. Claiming her for his own.

She surrenders herself. Her body, her mind. She submits to his Dominance. She screams as he thrusts hard and deep. Her scream muffled by the growls that escape his mouth as she melts into his kiss.

His cock takes her on a vivid journey of pleasure, passion and lecherous debauchery. His arms wrap around her as he flips position to allow her to ride him and feel him deep within.

She feels him pull her in tight against him, feeling his cock thicken as he prepares to fill her with the warmth of his seed.

Desperation sets in as she moves her hips in rhythm to meet his thrusts, expertly milking his cock. Drawing every last precious drop from him. Taking him inside her, embracing his warm cum.

Her intoxicating prize.

His gift to her...

She dreams with ferocity.

Her fantasies coming alive.

In the safety of her slumber.

She wants so many things.

Complex yet simple things.

She wants him to paint her.

In the colours of his lust.

The hues of passion that smoulders inside.

The shadows found in the darkness of his kink as he claims her.

Overpowering the light found in her everyday vanilla world.

She dreams of him taking her.

Opening her world in ways she never thought possible.

Giving her his rough.

His nasty.

His brutal.

Taking her and exposing her to pleasure gained through pain.

Of enlightenment gained through exposing her greatest of fears.

Of ability to fight, yet never win.

She dreams of him.

And he always answers her, in her dreams...