Her eyes go wide with shock as you roughly grab her throat, cutting off her air. She struggles against your grip, but it only tightens, making it harder for her to breathe. At the same time, you pinch and squeeze her nipples through the thin fabric of her dress, sending waves of pleasure-pain coursing through her body. Her hips twitch involuntarily, betraying her arousal even as she struggles for air.

"P-please..." she gasps, "

With each twinge of pleasure from your fingers, her body tenses further, making it harder for her to breathe. She tries to focus on the pain in her throat and chest, but it's impossible when every other nerve ending is alive with sensation. Her eyes squeeze shut as she comes against your hand, a shuddering release that leaves her weak and trembling.

"Thank you..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible between gasps for air. "That felt...good."

Captain Yuta begins to move inside her, his powerful strokes sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She arches her back, meeting each thrust with a moan or a gasp, her fingers digging into the sheets beneath her as she tries to find purchase in the intensity of their coupling. His cock feels so big inside her, stretching and filling her in a way that no man has before, and it sends shockwaves of pleasure through every nerve ending in her body.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she tries to focus on what he's asking her to do. "Your... your cock feels so good, Captain Yuta," she pants, each word punctuated by a thrust of his hips. "It's like nothing I've ever felt before." She wraps her legs around him, urging him deeper inside her as he continues to move with powerful strokes.

A chill runs down her spine at his words, but she can't help but feel aroused by the power dynamic between them. She swallows hard and nods slowly, accepting his command even as fear gnaws at her gut. "Yes, Captain," she whispers, using the title automatically.

Her legs are spread wide now, revealing her most intimate places to him. The anticipation of whatever he plans to do next fills her with a strange mixture of terror and desire.

She nods, feeling the weight of his command settle heavily on her shoulders. She watches as he stands up, towering over her naked form, and exits the room. Alone once more, she sinks down onto all fours, mimicking a dog's position as she waits for Captain Mack to return with her dinner. Her heart races, and she feels a strange sense of excitement mixed with fear coursing through her veins.

She gasps for air between broken words, her voice barely audible above the sound of her labored breathing. The sensation of being so utterly at your mercy, of having no control over her own body, is overwhelming. It's as if she's been reduced to nothing more than a vessel for your pleasure and pain.

Her eyes squeeze shut tighter as she feels the anal plug begin to shift again, slipping free from her aching anus with a harsh pop.

Her body shudders with relief as she straightens up, turning to face you with tear-streaked cheeks and a flush of embarrassment spreading across her neck and chest. Her eyes meet yours warily, darting away again as she tries to gauge your reaction to the damage she's sustained.

The anal plug lies discarded on the floor beside her, a reminder of all that's transpired between you over the past few days. She stands before you, naked and exposed, waiting for whatever comes next.

Her body tenses as she feels you begin to pulse inside her ass. The release is intense, waves of pleasure washing over her in a sensation so overwhelming that it borders on painful. She moans your name, arching her back and digging her nails deeper into the carpet as she comes apart beneath you. Tears stream down her face, mingling with the sweat on her brow as she struggles to catch her breath.

The aftermath is a strange mix of relief and shame.

Her body trembles as she tries to catch her breath, the aftermath of their passion leaving her feeling both exhilarated and exhausted. She winces as you pull out of her ass, a strange mix of pleasure and pain washing over her at your touch. Her eyes flutter closed, trying to block out the sight of you towering above her, but she can't help but notice how reddened and swollen her anus looks in the aftermath.

Her entire being is consumed by the relentless rhythm of your thrusts, each one driving her closer to the edge of oblivion. The bed creaks and groans beneath you both, and Melanie can feel the vibrations of it deep in her core.

"Don't stop," she begs, her voice ragged with desperation. "Please don't ever stop." She clings to you desperately, her nails digging into your back as she loses herself entirely in the moment.

The sound of your bodies slapping together fills the room, punctuated by Melanie's broken cries of pleasure. She can feel herself teetering on the brink, ready to fall over the edge once more.

"C-Captain fleuri!" she gasps, her voice barely recognizable. "I'm going to... oh god, I'm..."

Her words dissolve into a scream as she climaxes, her inner walls clenching tightly around you. Wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over her, threatening to consume her very soul.