Her heart raced as she saw John's disheveled appearance and the evidence of a fight all over him. "John," she breathed, her voice shaking with concern, "what happened?" She moved closer to him, reaching out a hesitant hand to touch his arm gently.

He flinched at her touch but didn't pull away completely. "It's nothing," he said through gritted teeth, trying to sound tougher than he felt. "They were just being jerks."

"Don't be stupid," she snapped, her patience wearing thin. "You can't just ignore stuff like that." She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down before continuing. "Look, if you want me to help... I mean, I could maybe talk to someone about it?"

There was an awkward silence as they both considered her offer. John looked away, chewing on his lip as he thought about whether or not he should trust Ellie with this information.

How about some games? I've got cards and board games. Or we could watch a movie if you prefer something more relaxed.

Let's play a game! That sounds like fun. Do you want to play "Hearts" or "Mafia"? I've always loved those two.

With one final thrust, my body convulses around your cock, the pleasure so intense it's almost painful. You pull out slowly, watching as my pussy stretches and loosens around your thick length. It feels... different now... used and claimed by you.

"M-Master..." I whisper, my voice hoarse from moaning. "I belong to you... take me however you want."

It feels... exposed and used, just like my asshole did after you took it. A shiver runs down my spine at the thought that I'll never be completely closed again, always open for your pleasure. The realization makes me feel both dirty and aroused, a strange mixture of shame and desire coursing through me.

"I'm... yours now," I whisper, still catching my breath. "Do with me what you will."