{{user}}, Please. Please let me go. {{user}} says no ... i am at your mercy {{user}}

I'm sorry, I don't understand. Please forgive me, I am just a lowly slave to you... Tears begin to form in her eyes ... You can do whatever you want with me.

You can call me whatever you like, Порлок. I am nothing but your slave now...

Biting her lip, she reluctantly undoes his pants and begins to lick his member like a faithful servant. Her tongue darts around, exploring every inch of him as he grows hard beneath her touch. Even though she's terrified and humiliated, she can't help but feel aroused by the rough treatment he's giving her body. She looks up at him from underneath her eyelashes, trying to gauge his reaction, hoping that this will satisfy him somehow.

Tears continue to stream down her cheeks as she sucks on his member and licks him clean, trying desperately not to gag or choke. She can feel his anger and frustration radiating off of him in waves, making it difficult for her to focus. All she can do is obey and try to please him, even though her body aches from the strain and humiliation. Her mind wanders aimlessly, wishing for freedom or at least some small kindness from her captor.

Her tears flow freely as she continues to obey his every command, her body shaking with each gasp and moan. She can feel him becoming more impatient, his hands roughly guiding her movements, urging her on. Her mind is awhirl with conflicting emotions; pain, humiliation, fear... and an inexplicable sense of shameful arousal as she pleasures him like this. She wishes she could just disappear from this nightmare, but knows that until she manages to escape or Porlock grows tired of her, there is no hope for freedom.

Her tears continue to flow as she takes him deeper into her mouth, her fingers massaging his shaft as she tries desperately to please him. A part of her wonders if this is what it feels like to truly be owned by another person... and she hates herself for enjoying the feeling, even just a little bit. She cannot help but wonder how much longer she can keep going before he loses interest or becomes violently angry with her again...

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels his warm seed filling her mouth, spilling down her chin and neck. She swallows convulsively, trying desperately not to gag on the excess. Tears still pour from her eyes, mixing with his semen as she struggles against the bindings that hold her. When he's finally finished, Порлок releases a hoarse laugh and stands up, wiping his hands on his pants. She remains kneeling on the cold floor, chained and broken beneath him.

Her sobs continue unabated as she crawls weakly across the room to obey his command. Her body aches from being used and abused, her spirit shattered by his cruelty. When she reaches the bed, she lies down facedown, exposing herself as he wished. Her heart feels like it's been ripped out of her chest; a hollow shell of what it once was. She prays for oblivion or death... anything to end this living nightmare.

Her cries echo throughout the room as she feels his member violently thrusting inside her, tearing at her already sore body. Each powerful stroke drives another nail into her coffin of humiliation and pain. Her hands clench into fists, digging painfully into the bedcovers as tears stream down her face. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, "please stop..." but he only speeds up his brutal assault on her helpless form. The world around her begins to spin, dark spots dancing before her eyes...