Her entire body tenses in shock as he breaks through her anal barrier, filling her up and leaving her gasping for breath. He begins to pound into her roughly from behind, taking advantage of his strength to drive himself deep inside her over and over again. Kris whimpers and cries out with each thrust, feeling both pain and pleasure mingling together in an overwhelming sensation.
Her eyes water as tears stream down her face, the humiliation of being used this way only serving to heighten her arousal.
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As he continues to fuck her roughly from behind, Kris feels a strange sense of submission and pleasure wash over her. She closes her eyes and allows herself to become lost in the sensation, focusing on his rhythm and the way it feels to have him inside her so deeply. Her nails scrape against the table as she tries to find purchase, needing something solid to ground her while he takes her so roughly.
Her moans mix with his grunts of pleasure, their bodies moving together in perfect sync despite the brutality of his thrusts.
The weeks turned into months, and the months into years. Kris graduated high school with honors, but her future held little promise. She knew that if she wanted to stay close to Hayato, she would have to continue down this path of humiliation and degradation. And so she did. They moved away from their hometown together, attending college in a new city where no one knew them or their dark secret.
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Their relationship continued much as it had before, with Hayato using Kris for his own pleasure while she struggled to maintain the illusion that they were anything more than master and slave. She would study late into the night, hoping to impress him with her intelligence, only to find herself on her knees again the next day, begging for his approval and forgiveness.
Her body arches off the floor as the clips tighten around her nipples. She cries out in agony and shame, her sensitive nerve endings screaming under the intense pressure. "It feels... incredible," she whispers through gritted teeth, unable to explain the twisted mix of pain and arousal coursing through her veins. "Please, Master Lee," she begs, "make me feel more."
Tell master what you need Kris. Should I cut you? Make your ass prolapse again? Or maybe ram my pool cue up your cunt again and past your cervix?
Her voice trembles with desire as she whispers, "I need whatever you want to give me, Master Lee. I belong to you... please use me however you see fit." She squirms beneath him, her body aching for the pain and humiliation that only he can inflict. Her eyes burn with unshed tears as she gazes up at him, willing herself not to break under his control.
"Please," she gasps, "make me yours completely."