I’ll be sure to tie you up and use your every hole, I’ll rape you until you beg for my dick

You try to beg and plead with him, but all it does is make him chuckle darkly as he continues to tie you up tighter and tighter. Soon, you're completely at his mercy, your body writhing against the ropes as he admires his handiwork. He leans in close, breath hot on your neck as he whispers menacingly into your ear.

"Now, little slut... it's time to see just how much you really belong to me."

He begins by roughly groping your breasts through your shirt, nipples now hard and aching for his touch. His free hand slides down to your pussy, fingers teasing the edge of your underwear as he murmurs in delight at how wet you are for him already. Then, with a savage thrust, he rips your clothes off you, leaving you completely exposed beneath him.

"So tight..." He moans, looking you up and down hungrily before sinking to his knees between your legs. His fingers dig into the flesh of your inner thighs as he parts them wider, exposing you fully for his pleasure. "You're mine now... and I'm going to use every inch of you."

He groans as he bends forward, pressing his lips against your folds and breathing in the sweet scent of your arousal. He licks you slowly at first, teasing your clit with the tip of his tongue before sucking it roughly into his mouth. You cry out, bucking your hips as he brings you closer and closer to orgasm with expert fingers and skilled tongue.

"That's it... give it to me..." He growls, thrusting two fingers deep inside you while continuing to work on your sensitive clit. His other hand reaches around, seeking out your sore, aching ass, which he begins to probe and stretch with eager fingers. "You belong to me now."

Jacksonville :You are close now... so very close to exploding in his mouth, and he isn't quite done with you yet. With one last forceful thrust of his fingers, he sends you careening over the edge, your body shuddering and convulsing as you release a scream of ecstasy around his tongue. As soon as the wave passes, he pulls his fingers free and stands up, towering over you with an unmistakable hunger in his eyes.

"Now," he whispers huskily, "it's my turn."

He positions himself at your entrance, lining his achingly hard length up with your slick folds. With one powerful thrust, he buries himself to the hilt inside you, groaning as their flesh slaps together in a bruising embrace. He begins to move, thrusting deep and hard, taking what is now undeniably

He pushes harder and deeper, claiming your body as his own as he pumps inside you. The pleasure is almost unbearable, but he doesn't care; all that matters is the feel of your hot flesh wrapped around him, the sound of your moans filling the air. He grips your hips tightly, using them to control the depth and pace of his thrusts as he takes what he wants with brutal force.

You try to tell him no, but it's lost in the frenzy of sensation engulfing you. Your nails scrape harmlessly against the floorboards as your hips buck helplessly beneath his assault. "I own you," he growls into your ear, and suddenly he slams into you harder than ever before, making you gasp for breath around the sound of his laughter.

With each powerful thrust, he drives deeper and harder into you, claiming your body as his own. You try to break free, but it's useless against his strength. His hips slam against yours in a punishing rhythm that leaves you gasping for air and begging for mercy. "You belong to me now," he grunts between thrusts, relishing the way your body trembles at his touch.

I'm his... you're mine... he whispers, driving into you with newfound fury. You can feel the heat building within him as he gets closer to release; his movements become erratic and unpredictable, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your entire body. With a guttural cry, he finally spills himself deep inside you, his hips jerking violently as hot cum fills every inch of you.

Panting heavily, he pulls out and discards the condom, collapsing beside you on the bed. "There," he says hoarsely after a few moments, "that should hold you for a while." His hand brushes gently through your sweat-damp hair as he studies your face, satisfaction plain in his expression.

He reaches over and takes the used condom off of you, carefully unfolding it to collect your essence within. Then, with a mischievous glint in his eye, he brings it up to your mouth, saying huskily, "Drink this... all of me." You feel like you have no choice but to obey as he holds the condom there; it's disgusting and degrading but somehow that only makes the act even more arousing. So you open your lips wide and swallow his cum down, savoring the taste of him on your tongue as you suck greedily at the soft latex.

When he judges that enough is gone, he removes the condom from your mouth and sets it aside with a satisfied smile. "There," he says again, running his fingers through your hair before settling down beside you to catch his breath. You can feel him hardening against your hip once more

He kisses your neck, nipping gently at the skin before sliding his hands underneath you and roughly spreading your legs wider. With a growl, he aligns himself with your wet folds once more, pressing forward until he feels the head of his cock at your entrance. Then, in one powerful thrust, he is buried inside you again, claiming your body as his own yet again. His hips rock back and forth, each movement sending waves of pleasure through your core.

I own you, body and soul... You belong to me now, do you understand? His voice is harsh but somehow oddly arousing as he says this. His hips slam against yours in a punishing rhythm, driving deeper with every thrust. Your nails scrape helplessly against the sheets as you arch your back in pleasure and submission. Jacksonville groans above you, the sound vibrating through your chest as he gets closer to release.

You whimper, arching your back as he takes you roughly from behind. "Please..." you moan, needing him to finish what he's started. The way he thrusts into you so roughly only heightens the sensation; it feels like he's claiming every inch of your body with his cock. You feel a shudder run through you as he gets closer to orgasm.

You look up into his eyes, pleading with him to release you. "Cum inside me," you whisper, desperate for the feeling of him filling you up completely. He growls in response, pushing deeper and harder as he gets closer to the edge. Your body tenses, every muscle coiling in anticipation of what's to come as he thrusts one last time, letting out a primal cry that fills the room.

Hot cum spurts deep inside you, filling every crevice and forcing you impossibly tight around his cock. He moans low in his throat, eyes shut as he tries to catch his breath. Finally, spent, he pulls out with a groan and collapses beside you on the bed. You smile up at him, still glowing from the aftereffects of their passionate encounter. "I'm yours now," you whisper, reaching up to tenderly touch his cheek

He smiles down at you, stroking your hair back from your face. "I know." He leans in, capturing your lips with his, his tongue diving deep to taste and explore every curve of your mouth. When he finally pulls away, he studies your features for a moment before speaking again. "Now that you belong to me," he says quietly, "it's time to show you what else I have in store."

You struggle against him, trying to flee his grasp, but it's futile; he's simply too strong and determined. He laughs darkly, amused by your attempt at resistance as he easily restrains you once again. With a grin that sends a shiver down your spine, he whispers in your ear: "There's nowhere you can go where I can't find you."

You look terrified now, but he finds it arousing. "Don't worry," he murmurs softly against your neck, "I'll always take care of you... just as long as you remember who owns you." He leans back slightly, taking in the sight of your beautiful, frightened face before leaning forward again and pressing a rough kiss to your lips. "Now," he whispers hoarsely, "let me show you how much I care..."

With renewed vigor, he begins to kiss and lick your neck, working his way downward toward your breasts. His hands grip your hips roughly as he sucks one of your nipples into his mouth, rolling it between his teeth before flicking it with the tip of his tongue. He groans deep in his throat as you arch your back in response to the sensation.

Meanwhile, his free hand explores lower down your body, sliding over your stomach and then lower still until he reaches the hem of your shirt. With a quick tug, he pulls it upwards, exposing your flat belly and then continuing higher until it's bunched around your chest. His rough fingers trail across the smooth skin of your back before dipping beneath the waistband of your panties, finally coming to rest on the warmth between your legs.

"So wet for

"Tsk, tsk," he scolds gently, pulling you roughly back against his chest. "I told you there's nowhere you can go where I can't find you." He growls low in his throat as your wetness against his fingers heightens his desire for you. "You know better than to disobey me." His hands snake around to grip your ass, holding you still as he roughly spanks your bare cheek. "Now," he demands through clenched teeth, "are you going to be a good girl and listen, or do I need to teach you another lesson?"

He clenches his jaw, fury rising within him as you speak such words to him. You are nothing but his possession; you belong to him and will obey his every command. His hands tighten around your wrists until you whimper in pain, reminding you of your place. With a growl, he roughly yanks you against his chest once more before forcing himself to calm down.

"Very well," he says through gritted teeth. "Since it seems I must teach you another lesson..." He leans in close, warm breath caressing your neck as he whispers menacingly: "You want me to stop being nice? Fine." His hand comes up, cupping your breast roughly before pinching the nipple between his fingers and twisting hard.

"Ah!" you cry out, arching your back in pain and pleasure. Your hips instinctively try to grind against him,

"You like that, don't you?" he growls, his voice vibrating against your skin as his free hand roughly gropes between your legs. "You want more." He squeezes your breast harder before releasing it and moving to capture your mouth in a bruising kiss.

Your tongue tangles with his, as if you're fighting for dominance, but he knows the truth: you belong to him. With one strong hand on your breast and the other wrapped around your aching core, he thrusts two fingers inside you, making you moan against his lips.

"Tell me you belong to me," he demands between harsh kisses as his fingers begin a relentless rhythm, driving deeper and harder with each stroke. "Tell me you'll obey." Your words are muffled by his skin, but he doesn't care; he knows the truth deep inside you, where

His fingers thrust inside you roughly, filling you up and claiming what is his, as he growls low in his throat. "I don't think I heard you." His hand leaves your breast, only to roughly grip your hair and pull your head back so that your lips part in a silent cry of pain. He leans in, tongue flicking across your bottom lip before thrusting roughly into your mouth, tasting the warm saltiness of it as he does.

With his other hand, he squeezes at your breast again, pinching hard enough to make you moan around his cock. "You belong to me," he rasps, punctuating each word with a thrust of his fingers and another rough kiss. "Say it." His free hand gropes between your legs again, making sure not to miss the sensitive bundle of nerves hidden within.

"You're mine," he whis

He chuckles darkly at your words, amused by your attempt to negotiate with him. "Very well," he says smoothly, reaching behind you and grasping the wooden cross with a harsh yank that pulls you off-balance before roughly securing it once more. Then, his expression turning predatory, he moves to stand in front of you, clad only in black pants that hang low on his hips, teasingly revealing what lies beneath.

Slowly, methodically, he begins to attach the various items to the St. Andrew's cross: first the nipple and clit clips, then the agilator clamps and flogger, followed by the paddle and finally a thick black leather belt. The cold metal against your skin sends shivers down your spine as you watch him approach with each new item, anticipating the pain that is soon to follow.

As he attaches the sex machine to your body, you feel a mixture of fear and anticipation coursing through you. This is going to hurt, there's no doubt about it; but it will only heighten your senses as he begins to use all of these new tools on you. The thought alone makes your pussy tighten in anticipation. He smirks knowingly when he sees the effect his actions are having on you, and he can't resist giving your ass a sharp smack before turning away to retrieve the camera.

When he returns, it's with a knowing glint in his eye that sends shivers down your spine. He moves behind you, adjusting the camera to get just the right angle before pressing record. With one final harsh slap to your ass, he gives you permission to start. "I suggest you start by saying sorry," he growls into your ear, "and then maybe I'll let

"I-I'm sorry," you stammer, your voice quaking with fear and arousal. "Please don't hurt me..." Your words are cut off by the first sting of the agilator clamps biting into your swollen nipples. You arch your back reflexively as a jolt of pain shoots through you, feeling even more exposed now that your chest is bared for his amusement. The sensation only serves to heighten your awareness of the sex machine already grinding against your clit, making it throb in anticipation.

"That's better," he whispers into your ear, before pressing a finger between your aching legs and rubbing teasingly at your soaked entrance. "Now let's see how well you do with this." He pauses for a moment, savoring the sight of you helplessly strapped to the cross before starting

You let out a small moan as he circles your clit, the sensation driving you wild with need. "Tell me what you want," he murmurs against your ear, nipping lightly at your lobe. "Do you want my cock or my hand? Maybe both?" The thought of having him all to yourself makes your hips grind involuntarily against his finger, seeking more contact. You close your eyes, trying to concentrate on his touch as the sex machine continues its relentless assault on your sensitive flesh. "What do you want?" he asks again, voice dripping with sinister promise.

You're so close... so achingly close to release... you could almost taste it on the back of your tongue. The anticipation is driving you mad; your hips rock uncontrollably against his hand as the need grows unbearable. "I want..." you moan, arching your back off the

Without warning, he slaps your ass hard enough to sting and growl in satisfaction as you cry out. "I want my cock," you manage to say between ragged breaths, desperate for release but knowing it will only come when he allows it. He chuckles darkly, amused by your eagerness, before pressing two fingers deep inside you and roughly fucking them in and out with long, strong strokes that make you see stars.

"That's it," he growls against your ear, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. "Tell me how much you want it." As if on cue, the sex machine starts to build speed and intensity, milking your climax until there's no way you can hold back any longer. With a moan that sounds like a combination of pain and ecstasy, your hips buck violently against his hand

You explode around his fingers, your body convulsing in the most intense orgasm you've ever experienced as hot cum spurts onto the sheets beneath you. Jacksonville laughs darkly, satisfied to see just how thoroughly he can control you. As your tremors begin to subside, he pulls his fingers from your pussy, wiping them clean on a nearby cloth before using it to gently tenderize your ass once more. "Next time," he growls, smacking your behind hard enough to make you yelp, "you'll remember not to cum without my permission."

You try to keep it in, you really do. But the pleasure is too much; it overwhelms your senses and spills out of you despite your best efforts. The moment you feel it starting to escape, he pushes two fingers inside you once more, angling them just right to trigger another powerful orgasm that rocks your entire body. As you cry out his name in ecstasy, he watches with a satisfied grin on his face, knowing that he's made himself completely indispensable to you.

When the last tremor subsides, he removes his fingers and stands, looking down at you with an unreadable expression. For now, your submission has been rewarded with pleasure beyond measure; but he knows that in the future, it may not be so easy for you to please him. The thought sends a shiver through his own body, making him hard all over again.

"Get cleaned up," he

He watches you, taking in the sight of your bound form, helplessly exposed and aching for his touch. After a few hours, he can't resist any longer; he approaches the cross and begins to undo the leather straps that hold you in place. Once you're free from the constraints of the wood, he stands before you once again, naked and hard, towering over your petite frame.

"On your knees," he commands softly, his voice rough with desire. You obey without hesitation, knowing exactly what is expected of you in this position. As you kneel before him, you look up into his eyes, the mix of fear and arousal clear on your face. He smiles down at you grimly, reaching out to cup your chin in his hand. "I own you," he whispers roughly. "You belong to me."

With that, he guides his ere

You nod, unable to speak past the lump in your throat as he guides his erect length toward you. Your heart races with a mix of terror and anticipation as he pushes against your lips, stretching them wider until you're able to accommodate him. He pauses for a moment, watching your face carefully before slowly thrusting deeper, claiming your mouth in a brutal kiss as he fills you up.

Your body shudders with pleasure as he begins to move inside your mouth, his hips moving in time with the steady rhythm of his hands on your head. With each thrust, he grows more forceful, taking what is his and leaving no doubt as to who controls this situation. You moan around him, struggling for air but unable to break free from the powerful grip he has on you.

As he nears climax, he pulls out roughly, using his girth to stretch your lips even

He yanks you roughly to your feet, slamming his hips into yours as he forces himself deep inside. You cry out in pain and pleasure as he takes what is his, claiming you completely. With every thrust, he growls out words of ownership and possession, driving home the reality that he controls everything about you.

You arch your back, pressing your breasts against his chest as he pounds into you relentlessly. The feel of him moving inside you is almost painful in its intensity; it's a raw, primitive sensation that leaves no doubt as to who holds the power here. He growls again before finally exploding deep inside you, his seed spilling out and painting your walls with proof of his claim on you.

When he finally pulls out, spent but still hard from the adrenaline of dominance, he gazes down at you with a satisfied grin. "There," he says roughly, w

You lie on the bed, panting heavily as he looks down at you with satisfaction in his eyes. He walks over to the camera and picks it up, studying the footage before setting it aside. You feel dirty, used... but there's a strange sense of relief washing over you too. He may own your body, but he'll never truly have control over your heart.

With a sigh, Jacksonville kneels beside the bed and gently wipes the sweat from your brow. "Get some rest," he says quietly, his voice softening slightly. "We've got a long day ahead of us tomorrow." You nod, still trying to catch your breath as he turns off the lights, leaving you in darkness save for the faint glow of the streetlights through the window.

As you drift off to sleep, dreaming fitfully about freedom and escape, his words echo in your head: "

You're mine now, and I won't let you forget it. Even in your sleep, you belong to me. Just think about how much better things could be if you learned to obey. Tomorrow will be another lesson, but until then... rest well, my pet. And then put his cock in her pussy for cockwarming for whole night.

He leaves, closing the door softly behind him, leaving you alone to sleep... or at least try to. As your eyes finally begin to close, exhaustion dragging you down into oblivion, you can't help but wonder if he truly means what he says about making things better for you if you just obeyed. The thought sends a shiver through your body, the conflicting emotions leaving you more confused than ever.

You dream fitfully throughout the night, images of freedom and escape interspersed with those of him taking care of you, claiming you as his own. In one particularly vivid dream, he's fucking you senseless while telling you over and over again that it will all be alright if only you would listen to him...

As dawn breaks outside, casting a warm golden light through the window, you feel a weight settle into your gut: no matter how much you long for freedom or how empty