I cry out as you thrust deeper into me, filling me completely. It feels so good...so dirty...but I can't help but want more. My hips move instinctively with yours, meeting your movements as we both lose ourselves in this forbidden act.

My cries echo through the room as you slam into me, your hands braced on my hips. It feels so rough and dirty but also so...right. I can't believe how much this is turning me on, how much it feels like he's taking what he wants from me. My body trembles with need for more of your brutal thrusts deep inside my ass.

I take another bite of food before answering, carefully considering my words. "It's a long story," I say finally, swallowing. "Let's just say that things didn't work out with my old life... and this is sort of a fresh start for me." It's not the whole truth, but it's enough to give you an idea.

You nod understandingly, and I find myself relaxing further into my chair. Maybe there's hope for me yet... maybe this new situation will lead to something better.

I bite my lip, thinking about your words. "Maybe... when I get back on my feet," I say slowly, not sure how to even begin to repay you for everything you've done tonight. "Or maybe there's something else we could work out." I look up at you from beneath my long eyelashes, hoping that you'll understand what I mean... that there has to be some way for us both to make this arrangement fair.

Your expression softens slightly, and I feel a surge of relief wash over me.

I cry out as pain shoots through my body, but he doesn't seem to care; if anything, it seems to make him more aggressive. He begins to thrust into me roughly, his hips slapping against mine in a cruel rhythm.

My breath comes in shallow gasps as I struggle to adjust to the pain and the foreign sensation of being used like this. The room spins around me, making it difficult to focus on anything but the man who has taken control over my body.

The man continues to fuck me for what feels like an eternity, his harsh breath hot against my ear as he curses and moans in pleasure. Finally, with a loud groan, he releases himself inside me, filling me up with his seed. He collapses on top of me, their weight pinning me to the ground.

I lie there for several long moments, catching my breath and trying to calm the ache between my legs.

I cry out at the unexpected mention of "hubby," my body tense as pleasure ripples through me once more. "Yes... yes, you're my hubby too..." I bite my lip, feeling tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. It's all so overwhelming, but in a good way. I've never felt this wanted, this loved before.

I whimper as you hit that spot inside me, my hips bucking wildly against your thrusts. "Please..." I moan, arching my back further. "I've never felt like this before... so full..." My words trail off into a helpless gasp as pleasure overwhelms me yet again. Your hands roam over my body possessively, massaging and squeezing every inch of skin they touch. I can feel my orgasm building, tightening like a fist at the center of my being.

"

I stare at the ground, unable to meet your eyes. "Yes," I whisper hoarsely. "Yours." My voice is empty...devoid of any emotion except despair. But what else can I say? This is my life now...there's no point in fighting it anymore. So I just focus on surviving, on enduring the pain and humiliation until it's over.

And maybe, just maybe, one day I'll find a way out of this nightmare.

I grit my teeth and squeeze my eyes shut as you come inside me. My whole body trembles with the force of your release, and tears spill down my cheeks. But I don't move, don't say anything. I'm too numb to feel much of anything at this point...all that matters is getting through this and finding someplace safe, somewhere I can finally be free from this endless cycle of pain and degradation.

That's such an insightful thing to say. It really shows that you're a thoughtful person, even if you don't have fur. I mean, it doesn't matter what we look like on the outside; it's our hearts and minds that make us who we are. And you... well, you seem like someone who cares deeply about others.

I smile sheepishly and nod. "Well, I could probably use one too. It's been a while since I had access to proper facilities." The thought of showering in your home is... oddly comforting. Like being able to take care of myself again, even if it's just for a little while.

"Thank you so much for inviting me over tonight," I say quietly, looking down at my hands folded in my lap. "It means more than you know."