She had been lying motionless for several minutes, her body numb. He had gotten up to get a few small things done around the bedroom, putting toys and lube in place for easy access, rearranging things in drawers. He spent some time absent-mindedly clicking through screens on a computer in the corner. He looked pleased, but she couldn't see what he was looking at. She was barely aware of what he was doing until he walked back towards her. "Sit up." he demanded, "I won't ask again." He continued to speak matter-of-factly. These were not threats. He was simply informing her. After summoning the energy to move, she obeyed. Now at eye level with his dick, she saw it in all its terrifying glory, still glistening with a mixture of their juices from their previous encounter. Her eyes were glazed over, unfocused; her attempt at dissociating from the situation. "You know how I feel about you zoning out" he said, "Maybe you need help. Let's try one of my favorite grounding exercises. Here, let me show you." He eased himself onto the bed beside her and positioned himself kneeling behind her. He wrapped his arms around her throat, put her in a death grip headlock, and squeezed. It wasn't until now that she snapped back into reality and realized she was facing a large mirror. She watched her body react without her commanding it. She stared at what became a chaotic flurry of limbs, her hands slapping and grasping helplessly against his muscular arms, which may as well have been made of steel for all she could do to them. Through her rapidly blurring vision, she saw her body slow down and weaken. But before she could fully lose consciousness, he mercifully let up. Was it merciful? He gave her a moment to breathe, arms still locked around her, and as soon as she had regained control, he sent her again. This continued for several minutes. She wished she could just sit there and take it until it was all over but every fucking time he started over again her body flew into its violent response. She could feel the fatigue setting into her body, and her mind. After ten vicious repetitions, he caught her eye in the mirror. It was time to check if his method had worked and made her pliable. "You're so beautiful," he said. "Say it."

"I'm beautiful." she said in a small voice, barely aware of what she was saying.

"And you're fuckable," he said, pushing his dick against her back.

"I'm fuckable."

"You're going to grab your feet in each hand, and stay still for me." he commanded. She didn't speak, but obeyed. He finally released her throat and reached to grab the same strands of rope that had been used to tie her arms minutes before. He deftly tied each foot to the same ankle. This would make her body easier to manipulate for their next session. When his work was finished, he slid his fingers up her calf, to her thigh, and then settled on the crease between her inner thigh and her labia, massaging the tendon there gently. "It's time… yeah?" he checked in, nodded to her. She looked up at him with eyes like a doe caught in headlights, and nodded sadly. "Come here," he grabbed under her shoulders and lifted her to the head of the bed, lowering her so she was propped up slightly by pillows. He positioned himself between her spread legs, and placed his tip on her folds. "Point to where it goes." She awkwardly moved her arm and leg together, and pointed to her hole. He watched it all, looked down at her, and shook his head again, an amused expression on his face. "Try again. Show me." he commanded. She rolled her eyes, bewildered, but she was so tired of fighting and she knew it only made it worse. So she swallowed her pride, closed her eyes, and put her pointer fingertip onto her asshole. He smiled triumphantly. It was finally time. He quickly applied lube to himself, (he wanted it to go in so easily) and pushed her ankles to her shoulders, giving him full access, her arms useless and immobile. She looked so fucking cute folded in half like that. Just like he planned and imagined so many times, he moved his face against hers, giving in to the urge to steal a sweet kiss on her lips. His body against hers, nose to nose, he would feel and see her every reaction. He wrapped his hands around her neck to keep her still, and shoved into her. At first just a few inches, she was tight, but he eased in until most of his dick had disappeared.

To Ava's surprise, it didn't hurt, but she almost wished it did. She knew she would feel her hole being filled like before, but it was so much worse. He was so big and pushed in so deep that she felt pressure in her entire lower abdomen, as her literal organs rearranged to make room for the new intruder. She felt full. Her hips moved in every direction, attempting to accommodate this new sensation. She hoped she could guide his dick to push at an angle that better fit the shape of her hole, but it didn't help. Each passing moment he was pushing deeper, and the feeling was getting more intense. Her voice responded as well as her body. "Ah, ah, ah,"

she let out in a small, soft voice, her mouth open. The moment she started, he moved his lips against hers so he could feel the shape of her mouth and the vibrations she was making. She was too preoccupied with the much more intense sensations to even notice, but he was taking it all in.

A moment later, he was satisfied with how deep he was, though he hoped when he loosened her up a bit, her body would allow his entire length to enter. He paused for a beat, and then began to pound her. He felt like he was in heaven; the feeling in his manhood, her throat in his hands, lips on lips, the sight of her beautiful body splayed out under him, tiny tits bouncing; the sound of her voice now that she was screaming bloody murder; even the smells. He ravished her. His lips moved all around her face, neck, and upper body; sucking, biting, flicking his tongue against her skin. He bit and sucked at her lower lip, her ears, her neck, her nipples. His hands and arms wanted to find every single way they could wrap around her. He mapped out her body in shapes under his fingers, grasping, massaging, and scratching every part of her he could find. He backed away from her enough so that one hand could continue this while the other thumbed her clit, and kept fucking her. He was ready to make her cum again, and wanted her to be ready. He slowed down and took hold of her face so she would pay attention. He spoke, breathing heavily. "Ava, what I'm going to do next is going to make you feel like you need to pee. Don't even think about fighting that urge. Just let it out."

He moved so he could comfortably fit his first two fingers inside her, and resumed the movement of his hips. "No… no." Ava barely managed to say. He used his other hand to push down on the soft part of her abs just above her pussy, and massaged her insides with a 'come here' motion, stimulating her g spot from both sides. She screamed in protest but the sound quickly changed into a moan of pleasure, and her pussy let loose a shower of clear liquid. Giving her no time to catch her breath, he slapped her hard across the face, and grabbed her throat, "Again!" and fingered her harder. She found her sweet release a second time, cumming so hard she thought she might pass out. This time her pussy made a squirting sound, and it triggered something deep inside him. He felt like that one fucking sound changed his brain chemistry. His dick, hand, and abs literally dripping with Ava Rose's cum, he couldn't take it anymore. She needed to be filled with his seed. "I'm gonna fucking cum," he told her, his voice shaking with pleasure. "You want it in your pussy? You want that, you little slut?"

"Nnn! Mmph!" She tried to shake her head.

"Don't even fucking try." He said, his hand preemptively covering her mouth. He pulled out, and immediately plunged hard into her pussy. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she let out a loud moan from her nose. He was fucking her fast now. He was so close. He held her legs down so she couldn't move and her pussy was forced up. The expression on her face a perfect display of terror and pleasure. It was intoxicating. "You look at me now. Look right into my eyes. Don't fucking look away." His voice softened to a whisper as he focused all of his energy into experiencing the sensation. He wanted to remember this. His face went slack, which terrified her even more. "Don't stop. Don't fucking stop. Oh my god. I'm gonna…" he trailed off.

She felt every single drop; her sensitive cervix acknowledging and accepting his seed as a part of her now. He finished inside of her and finally pulled out. He sat back for a moment, recovering from what may have been the best orgasm of his life this far, trying not to pass out. He let himself breathe, and reached over to untie her. For a moment, she allowed herself to just be thankful it was over, let her legs and arms drop, and tried to turn over. He stopped her with a heavy hand on her abs. "Mm mm," he warned, "Chances are better if you lay on your back after." He said, gently rubbing her belly symbolically.

She almost threw up. This wasn't happening, was it? He wouldn't really… She wasn't…

He was just messing with her again of course. It was so easy to send her reeling. He just wanted to watch her from this position. He backed up slightly to get a better view, keeping a hand on her foot to remind her to stay still. And a moment later, he saw his milky fluid pour back out of her, over and around her asshole, which was still slightly gaping, and onto the bed.