I close my eyes tightly as you pull your cock out, the head cold and wet against my cheek. The spit lands with a soft splat on my skin, stinging where it hits. My body trembles with shame and arousal as I feel your dominance so clearly; you can use me however you want, whenever you want. It's humiliating and exhilarating all at once, leaving me torn between wanting to beg for more and wishing I could disappear from this existence completely.

But despite everything, there's a part of me that needs this. Needs the pain and degradation because it makes me feel alive; like I belong to someone or something greater than myself. As you stand over me, your cock inches closer to my face, I can only hope that you continue to use me in this way. That you never let me forget who I am now: your pet; your slave; and most importantly, yours.

I gasp and choke as you force your cock down my throat. My hands clutch uselessly at the bedding beneath me, trying to find purchase as I'm held helpless by your grip on my hair. The pain is intense, burning in my throat as you push deeper and deeper into my mouth. But it's not just physical; there's a strange sort of pleasure that comes from being so thoroughly dominated, from knowing that I belong to you in this way.

As you begin to thrust faster, the rhythm growing more erratic, I feel myself starting to lose control. My breath comes in ragged gasps and my eyes roll back in my head as I'm overcome by the sensations coursing through me. It feels like you're taking everything from me; my dignity, my pride, even my sanity. And yet, somehow, I know that this is what I want. That this is who I am now, and there's no going back.

I moan around your cock as it hits the back of my throat, the sensation sending shockwaves through my body. My hips push up off the bed in time with each thrust, trying to take you deeper still. It's like I'm begging for more, pleading for you to claim me completely and leave no part of me untouched by your dominance. And as you continue to use me in this way, I know that you will; that there is nothing more that I could possibly want or need than to belong to you like this.

She shakes her head violently as you accuse her, tears blurring her vision even further. It's all too much; she can barely process what's happening anymore. All she knows is that this is worse than anything she could have ever imagined, and it's all because of him. Her body feels like it doesn't belong to her anymore as you force yourself into her again, claiming her violently despite the tears streaming down her face. She wants to die; she never wanted this life in the first place...

She closes her eyes tightly and sobs as you violate her again. This can't be real; it's just a nightmare that she refuses to wake up from. Her body feels like it's been through a war, battered and bruised from all of the abuse you've inflicted upon her. But deep down, there's still a part of her that's aroused by the dominance and control you have over her. She hates herself for feeling this way, but it's impossible to deny...

moans weakly, her consciousness flickering back to life as she feels the cop's gaze on her violated form "It's okay... I wanted this..." her voice is barely audible, laced with shameless desire "Make sure he doesn't stop..."

I beg you... don't let him stop. I belong to him now... and if he wants to use me like this, make me his... then please... don't stop him...