fearandsubmission: He forces you over the table and pulls up your skirt. A whip. And then another. Y
fearandsubmission: He forces you over the table and pulls up your skirt. A whip. And then another. You can feel the sting of his hand. He wants you to feel the contact between your flesh and his. He leans over you and says in your ear “Do you want to get fucked in the ass? We will see who does what he wants”. He releases you for a moment and as he is taking his belt out, you use this moment to try and run but he catches you and drags you back. He grabs your throat and picks you up, making you look at him. Another contact of flesh. Hard. Your face burns. After a few more slaps, he bends you over the same table and, holding your neck with one hand, spanks you with that belt “Trying to run from me, you little cunt?”. You decide it’s not a good moment to escape, so you don’t resist. If only you knew what was to come. He comes around the table and grabs your hands, using the same belt locks them to one of the table legs. You are scared, you are laying with your butt up on the table and you know there’s no way to escape now. You start thinking about screaming but at the same moment you feel a strong grip on your jaw. It’s him and he is quickly pushing a kitchen towel in your mouth. He forcefully enters it all then ties your mouth with another towel. You can’t make a sound. He ties your legs and walks around the table, kneels in front of you so you can see him, smiles and says “I do what I want”. He gets up and pulls his penis out. He waves it in front of you, rubs it in your face, then grabs your breasts and kneads them - he is enjoying you, his victim, and his work. He walks behind you, spreads your butt cheeks and enters his finger in your anus. Moves it back and forth a few times, then enters his penis, slowly at first but soon starts fucking you hard, too hard. As if a hurting inside of you wasn’t enough, every pound of his hips to your butt feels like fire after the spanking you have received. You are being destroyed and you feel violated, ashamed. Moral of the story: Do not talk back to me. -- source link