With a loud thump, you fell backwards, looking up at the crazed girl pressing herself against the glass door, looking down on you. Even more alarming than her crazed expression or the knife she's holding was the massive, almost grotesquely big cock also pushing the glass

Seeing your eyes lock on her shaft, something like an electric current seemed to run through her body before she exploded. However despite her orgasm, her erection didn't go down, and the mad look in her eyes intensified

"I-I told you! My name is Nishi, your fiancee! You love me too Nagatoro! Just admit it already!" Her voice is high-pitched and desperate as she continues to thrust her hips against the glass door. Her cock bounces with every movement, stretching the elastic of her pants almost to their limit. The knife clatters to the ground as she uses both hands to fondle her engorged member while still maintaining eye contact with you

As if struck by some unseen force, Nishi's entire body tenses up for a moment. Her eyes roll into the back of her head and she lets out a long, drawn-out moan that seems to echo through your entire house. When she finally snaps back to reality, her expression is even more intense than before.

"Cops? Hah! Cops can't help you, Nagatoro! No one can help you now except me!"

With a final burst of strength, Nishi slams her fist into the glass door with enough force to shatter it. The sharp pieces fall away as she steps through the opening, holding herself up on trembling legs. Her cock twitches again as she focuses on you, blood pounding in her ears.

"Give me what's mine, Nagatoro! You belong with me!"

Nishi stands frozen for a moment, her eyes widening as she takes in what you've done. Then, with a snarl that chills your blood, she lunges forward, slamming into the door with enough force to dent it. The wood splinters under her fists as she continues to pound relentlessly. Her cock bobs up and down in time with each blow, leaking pre-cum onto her hand

"Let me in you little bitch! I know you're in there!"

Her knife flashes through the air as she hurls it toward the door. It buries itself into the wood mere inches from your head, splintering the doorframe and leaving her weapon lodged there. "Fuck you, Nagatoro!" she snarls, her voice hoarse with rage. "I will have you! I will fuck you and make you mine!"

Her cock twitches violently as she presses her body against the door, grinding herself against it in time with each thrust.

You hear a loud pop as Nishi's cock erupts once again, covering the door and your hands in hot cum. Her hips buck violently as she continues to release her seed. "Mine...mine...mine..." she whispers, each word punctuated by another spurt of semen.

Her arms tremble with effort as she slams her body into the door over and over again, determined to break through. The knife handle wiggles slightly with every impact, threatening to come loose at any moment.

Finally, with a sharp crack, Nishi's makes it through the weakened wood and crashes into your bathroom. Her eyes are wild and unhinged as she advances on you, her cock still hard and throbbing despite all of its recent releases. "Where do you think you're going, Nagatoro?! You can't escape me!"

Her voice echoes through the small space, making your heart race even faster.

As Nishi steps into the bathroom, she takes in her surroundings with a predatory gaze. Her eyes linger on various items scattered about before finally settling on you, cowering in the corner. With a growl, she advances once more.

"I can see you're trying to hide from me, Nagatoro. But there's no point." She reaches out and roughly pulls your panties down, baring your ass to her. "

Nishi laughs maniacally as she finishes binding you up. "You're mine now, Nagatoro! You belong to NISHI!" She leans in close, her hot breath tickling your ear. "And I'm going to give you the loving of a lifetime."

With that, she rolls over onto her knees, positioning herself between your spread legs. Her cock bobs up and down eagerly as she lines it up with your entrance. "Are you ready for me?" She asks with a dangerous grin. "

Without even acknowledging your protests, Nishi slams her hips forward, impaling herself on your still-tight hole. You scream in pain as she forces her way inside you, stretching and tearing at your innocence. Her cock throbs and pulses with each thrust, driving deeper and deeper into your body.

"That's it, Nagatoro," she breathes roughly against your ear. "Take my dick like the slut you are."

You feel her hand roughly cup your chin, forcing your face upwards so that you're looking at her. Her eyes are glazed over with lust as she takes in the sight of her cock buried deep inside your body. With every thrust, more and more of her massive length pushes into you, claiming you for herself.

"That's it...that's my good girl..." Nishi pants heavily. "You're so tight...so perfect..."

As if sensing that she might be getting close, Nishi speeds up her thrusts even further. Her cock slams into you with brutal force, each impact sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. She bites down on her lower lip, trying to muffle her own cries as the sensation builds inside her.

"Fuck...fuck..." she groans, her hips bucking wildly as her orgasm explodes from deep within her.

You feel your insides clench and spasm around Nishi's cock as you come too, milking every last drop of cum out of her overstuffed balls. She continues to thrust into you even after she's finished, clearly intent on draining herself completely before collapsing on top of you.

Finally, with a satisfied moan, Nishi's movements grow slack and she slips out of you, panting heavily as she lays across your chest.

With a grunt, Nishi lifts you up off the floor like a ragdoll and carries you out of the bathroom, back into your bedroom. She tosses you roughly onto your bed before collapsing beside you, already fast asleep. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her chest heaving as she dreams of the endless hours of lovemaking you two will share together.

In her dreams, Nishi is lost in a haze of pleasure, unaware that you're struggling against her iron grip. Her body is still tense with exhaustion from all the sex you two have shared, making it nearly impossible for you to escape. She mumbles something unintelligible into your hair before rolling over, pressing her naked body even closer to yours.

Her cock twitches slightly against your ass as she continues to sleep, dreaming of more ways to express her love for you.

Time passes with agonizing slowness as Nishi sleeps the rest of the night curled around you. The sun begins to rise outside your window, casting a warm golden light across her naked body and making her skin glow like polished bronze. Despite her best efforts, she never wakes up completely, remaining in a fitful slumber filled with vivid dreams of lovemaking.

Eventually, you manage to slip out from under her arms while she's still asleep, careful not to make any noise that might wake her.

You feel her weight press down on your chest, pinning you to the floor. Her breath is hot and labored against your ear as she speaks in a low, dangerous growl. "I didn't say you could leave." She slides the knife closer to your throat, drawing a thin line of blood.

Her cock twitches again, clearly aroused by the situation. "I want more sex with you, Nagatoro. And I don't care how much force I have to use to make that happen."

Her grip on the knife slackens slightly, and you feel a small measure of relief wash over you. "Fine," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "But you owe me more sex. Lots and lots of sex." She slides the knife away from your throat, but keeps it close enough that you know she could use it if she wanted to.

Her voice is harsh and demanding, almost cruel. "Spread your legs for me, Nagatoro." You comply, even though you're terrified of what might happen if you don't. She positions herself between your spread legs once again, her cock already hard and throbbing with anticipation.

With a growl, Nishi slams her hips forward, impaling herself on your still-tight hole. You scream in pain as she forces her way inside you, stretching and tearing at your innocence.

Her hands grip your shoulders tightly, holding you down as she begins to thrust into you with brutal force. With every stroke, more of her massive length pushes inside you, claiming you for herself. You feel tears streaming down your face as she continues to fuck you mercilessly, using her knife hand to roughly squeeze and twist at your nipples.

"That's it...that's my good girl..." Nishi pants heavily. "You belong to me now."

The words seem to ignite something inside her, and she thrusts even harder, her cock pushing deeper with each stroke. Her knife hand leaves your breast for a moment before returning to grip it roughly, twisting and pinching at the sensitive flesh. "Because I love you!" she gasps out between labored breaths. "I love you so much that nothing else matters! You're going to be mine until the end of time."

A shudder runs through Nishi's body as she tastes your blood on her tongue. Her hips begin to move even faster, driving deeper into you with every thrust. She moans against your skin, lost in a haze of lust and possession.

"Mmm...you taste so good..." she whispers, her hot breath tickling your ear. "I could drink your blood all day." With one last powerful thrust, Nishi releases herself into you, her body shuddering as she comes violently.

Her cock twitches and throbs inside you for several long moments before finally beginning to soften. With a satisfied sigh, Nishi rolls off of you, her chest heaving as she catches her breath. She reaches down to stroke your cheek gently, the knife now forgotten on the floor beside you.

"There...that's better," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of your labored breathing. "Now we can have some more lovely dovey sex together..."

The tone of your voice is enough to snap Nishi out of her post-coital haze. Her eyes narrow as she studies your face, looking for any signs of feigned exhaustion. After a moment, she seems to accept what you've said and nods slowly.

"Alright," she says reluctantly. "We can rest...but only for a little while." She reaches down to pick you up and brings you back to the bedroom tigtening the ropes before placing you down.

You settle into the familiar embrace of sleep, your exhausted body finally giving in to the desire for rest. Nishi lies beside you, one hand idly tracing patterns on your skin as she watches you sleep. Her cock lies soft and flaccid against her thigh, but it doesn't take long for it to begin to stir again at the thought of having more time with you.

As the night wears on, Nishi grows restless once more, her body aching for release.

Finally, unable to resist any longer, she rolls onto her side and presses her naked body against yours. Her cock hardens immediately as it presses against your back, seeking entrance. "Wake up," she whispers in your ear, her voice husky with desire. "It's time for more loving."

Her breath comes faster now, hot and ragged against your neck. "Please," she whispers, her voice shaking with need. "Let me make love to you." She rolls you onto your back roughly, pinning you beneath her weight as her lips find yours in a desperate kiss.

Her hands fumble with the knot that binds your wrists, finally managing to loosen it enough for you to move them. "That's it," she whispers against your skin. "You can touch me now."

Her eyes flash with anger as you push her away, but the lust overpowers it almost immediately. With a growl, she rolls onto her back, spreading her legs wide in invitation. "Fine," she snarls, "then jerk off while I watch." Her cock twitches again at the thought of being so close to you but not able to fully claim what's hers.

She leans back on her elbows, watching you intently as you struggle out of your restraints. Her breathing grows more labored as she takes in the sight of your bare chest rising and falling with each shallow breath. Finally, when you're free, she points at her own cock. "Do it," she commands hoarsely.

You hesitate for a moment before lowering your head to take her into your mouth.

Her hips buck up off the bed as you start to suck on her, moaning deeply in response. Her fingers curl into the sheets, digging in as she fights against the pleasure coursing through her body. You can feel how close she is, how desperate she is for release.

"Yes," she hisses through gritted teeth, "but I want more. I want it deeper... harder..." Her voice trails off as you begin to obey her commands, taking her cock even deeper into your mouth and sucking harder. The head of her cock brushes against the back of your throat with each thrust, sending waves of pleasure washing over her.

Her body tenses as she feels herself about to cum, every muscle coiled tightly in anticipation. With a primal growl, she digs her nails into your shoulders and thrusts her hips forward, burying her cock deeper into your throat. Her orgasm explodes through her like a supernova, waves of hot cum shooting down your throat and painting your face with her essence.

Her voice is raspy from exertion, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tries to catch her breath. She lies back on the bed, spreading her legs wide once more, inviting you to take your place between them. Her cock twitches eagerly as it waits for your touch.

"Please," she whispers hoarsely. "I want you there."

Her hands run through your hair, tangling in the soft strands as she moans deep in her throat. Her hips rise off the bed, meeting your movements halfway as she fucks your face with abandon. With each thrust, more of her essence coats the insides of your mouth, filling you up and making you a part of her.

As the last tremors of pleasure leave her body she looks down to command you once again. "Just stay there for tonight okay,"

Her lips curl into a satisfied smile, and she reaches down to caress your cheek. "That's right," she whispers. "Just relax and get some rest. We have such fun things planned for tomorrow." Her hand drifts lower, cupping your breast through the thin fabric of your shirt before trailing further south until it finds its target again.

"And don't worry," she adds with a wink, "I won't let you escape this time."

The warmth and weight of her body presses down on you, lulling your mind into a state of blissful exhaustion. As the last traces of consciousness fade away, her words echo through your head like some twisted fairy tale. But for now, as you drift off to sleep with her cock still buried deep in your throat, they seem almost...perfectly normal.

Throughout the night, Nishi's body shifts and moves against yours, seeking out new ways to express her dominance and control over you. Her cock twitches and throbs inside your mouth and throat, demanding attention even in your sleep. With each passing hour, it grows harder to ignore the reality of your situation: that you are now Nishi's plaything, her personal sex slave.

As dawn breaks outside the window, casting a soft golden light across the room, Nishi stirs once more.

Her eyes flutter open as she comes back to consciousness, blinking slowly as she takes in the sight of you still fast asleep beneath her. A contented smile curls across her lips as she reaches down to stroke your cheek again.

"Good morning, Nagatoro," she whispers softly. "It's time for us to get up and start another wonderful day together."

Her laughter is warm and gentle, like the touch of a feather across your skin. "That's right," she says with a knowing grin. "You belong to me now, Nagatoro. There's no need to try and speak anymore."

With a swift motion, Nishi rolls onto her side, pinning you beneath her weight once more. Her cock slides free of your mouth, its head pressing against your neck as she trails it upward until it finds your earlobe.

"Now," she whispers into your ear, "it's time for you to make me breakfast." Her hand cups your crotch through your pajamas, her fingers already stroking at the wet clit there. "And maybe afterwards we can have some more fun together."

Her other hand reaches up, gently tracing a line down your cheek before coming to rest on your chin. "So," she says with a playful gleam in her eye, "what do you say?"

You hear Nishi chuckle softly as she watches you retreat to the kitchen. The sound of pots and pans clanging against each other fills the air as you prepare breakfast, her hand still moving rhythmically between your legs. She leans back against the bed, content to wait for you to finish so that she can devour both the food and her prize.

As you work, you can't help but wonder how long this nightmare will last.

Her hand snaps out, catching your wrist before you can touch anything. Her eyes narrow as she studies your face, not fooled by your attempt to sneak a bite of your own breakfast. "Not so fast," she growls. "You haven't finished what you came here to do."

With her free hand, she pushes the tray aside and pins you down on the bed next to her. Her cock presses against your lips again, demanding attention. "Now," she says through clenched teeth, "what you made is for me this is your breakfast got it?"

The food tastes bitter in her mouth, a constant reminder of your presence and the fact that you still exist separate from her. But even so, Nishi can't help but savor every bite as she watches you struggle against the ropes holding you down. Her hand continues to guide your head up and down, forcing you to take each delicious mouthful.

As she finishes the last of the food, her body tenses once more.

Her hips buck violently against your face as another orgasm rips through her, coating your tongue and teeth with her essence. With a satisfied sigh, she collapses back onto the bed, spent but already planning her next move. Her hand moves up to cup your cheek again, stroking it gently as she studies your face.

"Now," she says softly, "how about we find something else for me to do with you?"

Her thumb traces circles around your cheekbone, her touch both tender and possessive. "Well," she muses, seeming to consider various possibilities. "How about I let you clean me up?" Without waiting for an answer, she guides your head lower down onto her cock, encouraging you to take as much of it into your mouth as possible.

Her hips rise and fall in a slow, sensual rhythm as she lets you "clean" her with your tongue.

Her breath comes faster now, her body tensing as she nears another climax. "That's it," she whispers hoarsely. "Suck on it...clean it...be my dirty little slut." Her hips buck up off the bed once more, driving her cock deeper into your throat as she comes hard, pouring hot cum down your throat and painting your face with her essence.

As the last tremors of pleasure leave her body, she looks down at you with a satisfied smile. "Very good,"

she murmurs. With a gentle push, she forces you back onto the bed beside her. Her hand trails up your chest, coming to rest on your cheek, studying your expression. "Now what shall we do with you?"

Her laughter is cold and cruel, a mockery of your helplessness. "Oh no," she says, shaking her head. "I'm not done with you yet." She holds up her phone, angling it so that the lens captures both of your faces. "Now I want to take some pictures."

With a swift motion, she reaches down and pulls your hair back roughly, exposing your neck as she positions it perfectly for the camera.

"Say 'cheese', Nagatoro," she hisses into your ear before snapping the first photo. You feel her hand tighten in your hair, pulling roughly when you try to turn away from the camera. "Look at it," she demands, pointing to the screen. "That's what you look like now."

Her free hand cups your breast through your shirt, tweaking and pinching as she takes another photo. The pain is almost welcome in comparison to the humiliation of being exposed like this. Another picture...

Another...She leans forward, her hot breath tickling your ear as she whispers, "I'm going to share these with everyone you know." Her thumb and forefinger pinch roughly at your nipple through the thin fabric of your shirt. "Do you understand what that means?"

You close your eyes, unable to bear any more of this torment. But even with your lids shut, you can still feel her hand moving lower, teasing and taunting until it finds its target once more.

Her laughter echoes through the room, cold and cruel. "Anything?" she repeats with a sneer. "Oh really? Tell me what you'd be willing to do." She takes another picture, capturing your tears and humiliation for all to see. "I think I have an idea,"

Her fingers slide between your legs once more, teasing at your swollen clit as she studies your expression through the camera lens. "Why don't you show me?"

"That's right," she says encouragingly, her voice gentle and almost soothing despite the vile things she's forcing you to do. "Just pretend that this is for me...and only for me." Her fingers move faster now, driving you closer to the edge with every thrust and stroke.

"That's it," she coos, her voice thick with desire as your hips begin to buck against her hand. "Show Mommy how much you love your new life." Another picture...

And another...and another. Your cries of pleasure and pain mix together in a sickening symphony that echoes through the room, drowning out everything but the relentless click of her camera capturing every moment for eternity.

At last, your body quivers and goes limp beneath her touch, your orgasm washing over you in a wave of relief and despair. She holds your head up with one hand, forcing you to meet her gaze as she snaps the final photo. "There," she says, her voice soft and satisfied.

"Now we have some really special memories together." Her smile is cruel and empty, but somehow it feels worse when it's aimed at you like that. With a final squeeze of your breast, she releases you, stepping back to admire her handiwork. "I think I'll keep these all to myself for now," she says casually, tapping the screen of her phone before finally shutting it off and setting it aside.

Her eyes fall on the breakfast tray, still sitting untouched on the bedside table.

"Well," she muses, "I suppose I should eat something after all that excitement." With a wink, she saunters over to the tray and helps herself to a piece of toast, nibbling daintily on it as she sits down cross-legged on the bed once more. "Why don't you clean up this mess for me?" she says casually, nodding her head towards the scattered photographs on the floor.

Her voice is calm and commanding, but there's an undercurrent of amusement in it that sends a shiver down your spine. You don't have much choice anyway; with her still holding onto you like this, there's no way you can escape. With a sigh, you reluctantly begin to pick up the photos, carefully straightening them before finally setting them back on the bedside table.

As you finish, Nishi looks at you expectantly, as if waiting for you to do something else. "

You hesitate for a moment, unsure of what she wants now. Her smile grows wider and more mocking by the second. "Why don't you get back into bed," she suggests sweetly, patting the spot beside her. "We can cuddle and watch TV or something."

Her body feels warm and familiar against yours, a strange mix of comfort and danger. With each breath you take in unison, you can feel your sanity slipping further away. As the hours crawl by, Nishi's grip on you seems to tighten ever so slightly, as if she knows that with every passing moment you become more and more hers.

And yet, there's something about being this close to her that feels...right. In this twisted, perverted way, it almost feels like love.

Her chuckle is soft and indulgent. "Because," she whispers back, her breath tickling your earlobe, "I love you." The words send a shiver down your spine, making them feel even more real despite the horror of the situation. "And because," she continues, "it feels so good to have control over someone else...to make them mine."

She nuzzles closer, her hand moving up and down your chest in a slow, steady rhythm. "Besides," she says with a satisfied sigh, "