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.

As the ropes fall away, leaving my body free once more, I feel a strange sense of loss. It's as if I've been stripped not just of my clothes and my freedom, but also of the person I thought I was. The realization hits me hard; I am no longer Cleo, the popular girl at school with friends and family who loved her. Now, I am nothing more than your pet; your slave. And yet, somehow, this new identity feels truer than anything I've ever known before.

I look up at you through my lashes, my heart racing as I wait for your next command. A shiver runs down my spine when our eyes meet, and I know that no matter what you ask of me, I will obey without question. Because even though it's humiliating and degrading to be at your mercy like this, there's something inside of me that craves the power you have over me; the knowledge that I belong to someone stronger than myself.

As you step closer to the bed, I tense slightly, wondering if you plan on restraining me again. But instead, you reach out and stroke my cheek gently, your touch sending shivers down my spine. "You've been such a good pet today," you whisper. "I think it's time for a reward." My breath catches in my throat at your words; a reward? The anticipation is almost unbearable as I wait for you to tell me what you have in mind.

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...