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The author of this story has read and accepted the rules for posting stories. They guarantee that the following story depicts none of the themes listed in the Forbidden Content section of the rules.
The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
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Title: Breaking The Rules
Author: RapeU
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The Kidnapping Chronicles
- The Red Rose Rapist - prequel
- The Hunter - Part 1
- Amber's Abduction - Part 1.1
- Huntress - Part 2
- LK - Part 3
- The Masked Marauder - Part 4
- Melinda's Tale - Part 5
- The Masked Marauder II - Allen's Revenge - Part 6
- Sons of The Rose - Part 7
- Revenge Beyond The Grave - Part 8
- A Rape In Time - Part 8.1
- Untitled multiverse story - Part 8.2
- Desire of the Rose - Part 9
- Breaking the Rules - Part 10 <---you are here
- Untitled story about Jack and Jill - Part 11
Within the KCU, there exists a sex cult where members can fulfil any desire they wish - with a few reasonable rules of course. What if someone decided to break some of those rules?
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Breaking the Rules
Benjamin Cunningham had always been labeled a nerd. His big, thick-rimmed glasses dominated his face, giving him a studious look. His short, blonde hair was meticulously parted to the right, a style he maintained religiously every three weeks. He was a man who valued precision and order, evident in his impeccably ironed dress suits. No matter the occasion, even a casual trip to the corner store, Benjamin always stepped out in formal attire, his polished shoes clicking confidently wherever he went.
Benjamin never had any luck with the ladies, and that’s where his darker side came in. Rape fantasy excited him. When he was offered a position in Society of the Rose, a secret sex cult where all your desires could be explored with some limits of course, Benjamin was thrilled. He popped his virgin cherry shortly after joining on a bimbo that bullied him when he was younger and regretted nothing. She still resided in their dungeon, tormented by whoever wanted their way with her.
The sex cult was originally made up of male descendants of The Red Rose Rapist, a serial rapist who besieged London in the 1980’s. After some time membership was opened to women and anyone who wanted to explore the taboo, and in some cases mildly illegal, sexual fantasies. The best part was that you could make anyone forget any encounter with the cult using a neuralyzer, a device that erased their minds similar to the Men In Black universe. The cult had bases hidden from the public eye where one could conduct activities with victims without having to worry about mass neuralization. The main base was located Texas.
Benjamin had gotten bored with the bimbo and combed the streets looking for someone to be a victim. He noticed her one afternoon as she walked along the bustling street, an older woman whose bronze skin glistened under the warm sunlight. Her fiery red hair cascaded down her shoulders like a cascade of flames, catching the eye of passersby. Her chest was mostly flat, lending her an air of graceful simplicity that contrasted with her vibrant appearance. Benjamin preferred larger or more proportional breasts to a woman’s body, but for some reason this woman intrigued him. She moved with grace and confidence. He discretely took a picture of her on his phone and went back to the main base of The Society to do research on her.
Benjamin carefully placed the photograph of the enigmatic woman into the scanner, watching as the image flickered onto the computer screen. He navigated the facial recognition software, his fingers dancing across the keyboard with practiced ease. The computer hummed quietly, its digital mind whirring for just a few moments before delivering an unexpected response: "Please stand by. A member of The Council will be with you shortly." Benjamin's eyebrows shot up in surprise, his forehead creasing with curiosity. This was unprecedented. Typically, the system would promptly display a comprehensive file on the individual, leaving Benjamin to decide how to proceed.
A rustle of movement behind him caught his attention. "Hey," a gentle female voice said. Benjamin swiveled in his chair, his eyes widening as he faced an older woman standing confidently before him. She was stunning, her features exuding an ageless allure. "I’m Tina, and I’m here to help. I don’t think I’ve seen you before, how long have you been here?"
For a moment, Benjamin was at a loss for words, his gaze fixated on her. "I…I…" he managed to stammer. Tina’s eyes sparkled with amusement as she pressed a button on the sleek watch adorning her wrist. In an instant, her appearance transformed, the illusion of nakedness replaced by a form-fitting black spandex ensemble. "Don’t worry," she reassured him with a knowing smile, "It took me a little while to get used to the nakedness of others too." Benjamin inhaled deeply, trying to steady himself as a blush crept up his neck. Tina was undeniably attractive, her maturity adding to her charm. He mentally shook himself, forcing focus back to the conversation. "A few months," he replied quickly, his voice steadying.
"Ah, it's odd that the system flagged you," Tina said, her brow furrowing as she typed swiftly on the keyboard. "What are you working on?" Benjamin shifted nervously, his fingers tapping on the screen of his phone. "I’m researching a woman I saw earlier. I want to play with her. I have a picture of her right here."
Tina glanced at the screen and her expression tightened, her lips forming a thin line as she instantly recognized the face staring back at her. "Virginia Dennis," she said, her voice carrying a note of finality. "I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but we can’t touch her." Benjamin’s shoulders slumped, and a small, involuntary sniff escaped him. "Why not? I thought we had free reign to do just about anything!" "She’s the wife of someone who did not want to join The Society," Tina explained, her tone firm but sympathetic. "He’s a person who wants to be left alone."
Benjamin’s eyes widened in disbelief. "But we can neuralize them, make them forget!" he argued, desperation tinging his voice. "They won’t even know we interacted with them. Can’t I plead my case to the council?" Tina shook her head, her expression softening. "Let me share a little secret with you. The council doesn’t really function like a traditional council. Everyone defers to the founder of The Society as the de facto leader. Generally, whatever he says goes, and for some reason, they prefer to heed my advice as well instead of making decisions independently. Maybe it’s because I was the first female member…sort of…" Tina’s eyes momentarily clouded with a flicker of sadness before she regained her composure.
"Sort of?" Benjamin probed, curiosity piqued.
"It’s a long story," Tina replied, her voice steady as if the moment of vulnerability hadn’t just passed. "The bottom line is, we can’t mess with her. Our founder is keen on avoiding unnecessary adversaries, and I agree." Benjamin sighed "Ok," he simply said. "Do you need any further assistance? I could help you find another assignment," Tina offered.
"No," Benjamin murmured softly, adding after a pause, "Thank you." As Tina left, his thoughts drifted to Virginia. There was an inexplicable pull towards Virginia Dennis that captivated him, yet it led him to a crossroads he never anticipated facing. He found himself questioning the purpose of exploring his forbidden side if it meant crossing lines he wasn't supposed to. Wasn't breaking the rules its own kind of thrill? The cult promoted sexual exploration, and wasn't breaking rules a part of that exploration?
Benjamin smiled, a decision seemingly made. Yet, doubt lingered. Could breaking the rules truly be harmless if he remained unseen, if he could ensure forgetfulness in those who mattered? It reminded him of the time he had cheated to become class treasurer in high school. He got what he wanted without hurting anyone and if he told people now no one would care. But now, the stakes felt different. If he crafted a foolproof plan, remained undetected, and avoided causing harm…at least, lasting harm…what could possibly go wrong?
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Benjamin slipped through the dimly lit corridors, his pulse steady despite the gravity of his mission. He had left his watch back at the base, aware that its proximity to Virginia might trigger an alert, given her significance as the forbidden target. Virginia was concealed within a large athletic bag, her head encased in a separate bag to obscure her identity from any surveillance cameras. The combined weight of her and the bag made his task cumbersome.
As he struggled with the awkward load, a nude woman noticed his effort. Her eyes narrowed with curiosity. "Test, business, or pleasure?" she inquired, tilting her head slightly. "Pleasure," Benjamin replied, attempting a casual air. "I’m a full member, just forgot my watch like an idiot."
The woman’s expression shifted to one of skepticism. Benjamin noticed her calculating gaze and felt a bead of sweat trickle down his back. "New member?" she asked, her tone cautious. Benjamin nodded, feigning nonchalance. "Joined about a month ago," he said, offering a friendly smile. "I’m Benjamin." The woman’s posture relaxed slightly. "I’m Addison, but you can call me Addie. Let me give you a hand with your pleasure…"
Benjamin had meticulously planned his route to the farthest dungeon room, knowing it was less frequented and might allow Addie to serve as an unwitting lookout. "Help me secure her arms and legs to the bed in an X position," Benjamin instructed, his voice steady but firm. "But leave the bag over her head for now." "Understood," Addie replied, assisting him in binding the captive.
Once the task was complete, Addie took a moment to study the woman chained to the bed. Her eyes lingered on the captive's slight frame and small breasts, a prickle of unease creeping through her. Something felt off.
"Alright," Benjamin said, moving towards a console in the corner, "let’s turn off all the lights and cameras before we wake her up." His actions were out of the ordinary, and Addie’s curiosity got the better of her. She gently lifted the hood from the captive's head, her eyes widening in shock as recognition dawned.
"Benjamin… do you know who this is?" she gasped, her voice tinged with disbelief.
"I..." Benjamin began, but Addie cut him off.
"This is Virginia Dennis!" Her voice dropped to a horrified whisper. "We don’t touch her!"
Benjamin's heart hammered against his ribs. This wasn't part of his plan. "Listen, Addie," he said, forcing a calm he didn't feel. "It's just a bit of fun. She won't remember any of it."
Addie backed away, shaking her head. "No, Benjamin. There are rules even in a place like this. The council specifically forbade anyone from touching her." Her eyes narrowed. "You knew this, didn't you?"
Benjamin's facade cracked. The confident smile he'd worn moments before dissolved into something desperate and wild. "So what if I did?" he snapped, his voice rising. "What's the point of having power if we can't use it? What's the point of being in this place if there are still people we can't touch?"
Addie's eyes darted toward the door, her naked form tensing as if preparing to bolt. "You're going to get expelled, or worse!" "Fine," Benjamin said "Come help me release her." Of course, Benjamin wasn’t serious about releasing Virginia. He was waiting for just the right moment to overpower Addie. Addie hesitated, clearly torn between flight and helping the unconscious woman. Benjamin noticed her indecision and stepped forward, his hands outstretched in a gesture of surrender.
"You're right," he said, his voice gentle, reasonable. "I got carried away. This was a mistake." Relief flooded Addie's features as she moved toward the bed. "We need to get her out of here before anyone else finds out. The Council doesn't take these violations lightly."
As she bent to unfasten the restraint on Virginia's left ankle, Benjamin struck. He whipped out a gun he'd concealed in his jacket pocket and shot Addie in the chest with a tranquilizer dart. She gasped, her eyes wide with betrayal then quickly collapsed onto the ground. "That’ll buy me time," Benjamin said aloud. He heard moaning from the bed. Virginia was waking up. Perfect timing, Benjamin thought.
Virginia's eyes fluttered open, unfocused and disoriented. The sedative was wearing off, leaving her consciousness swimming between reality and fog. She tried to move her arms, then her legs. "You really know how to treat a girl," she said. "Wasn’t expecting this."
Benjamin’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He had expected Virginia to be scared, not joyful. "What?" he asked. Virginia frowned. "You’re not my husband! Who are you?" Benjamin's face went pale as the implications hit him. "Your husband?" he stammered, adjusting his glasses nervously. "What does your husband have to do with this?"
Virginia sighed impatiently, "He was The Masked Marauder. This is how we first met," Her eyes gleamed at the memory. "He kidnapped me for pleasure and I was grateful because lesbian freaks used to do the same thing to the point where I couldn’t pleasure myself on my own. He fulfilled my desires." Virginia looked around and frowned. "Wait, are we at one of the bases of the Society? You know he told you guys to leave us alone because he didn’t want to join right?"
Benjamin’s mind reeled with that information. No wonder Virginia was someone nobody messed with. The Masked Marauder was a legend. His father was a serial rapist known as The Hunter and his mother was the greatest agent the Society had back when it was meant for lesbians. The Marauder followed in his father’s footsteps, raping random women across the US, then fleeing to Mexico and capturing all the lesbians of the cult because he thought they wronged his mother. And to top it off Virginia actually wanted to be played with by a serial rapist. Benjamin suddenly realized why Virginia was labeled as off limits. Still, he had come this far...
Virginia sensed Benjamin’s hesitation. "You’re in way over your head, kid." Benjamin shook his head. "I’m not a kid, and who you’re connected to is irrelevant. We’re going to have fun and you won’t remember it!" Virginia's laughter echoed off the dungeon walls, a sound that made Benjamin's skin crawl. "Oh, honey," she said, her voice dripping with condescension. "You really don't understand what you've gotten yourself into, do you?"
Benjamin had enough of her chatter. It was time to play. He had come this far, might as well see it through, he reasoned. Benjamin grabbed Virginia’s panties from the bag she was in and stuffed them into her mouth. That done, he used duct tape to silence her. Virginia’s eyes glinted with amusement.
Benjamin's heart pounded in his chest as he finished restraining Virginia. He glanced nervously at Addie, who lay motionless on the cold, unforgiving floor. He couldn't afford to think about her now. He'd deal with the consequences later. For now, he had an opportunity he'd fantasized about for too long to let slip through his fingers. Benjamin undressed, revealing his erection. He crawled onto the bed and positioned himself between Virginia's legs. "Now," he said, his voice shaking with both lust and fear, "let’s play."
Benjamin's hands trembled as they reached for Virginia's small breasts, his fingers gently squeezing her soft mounds. His erection throbbed in anticipation of the pleasure he was about to experience. Benjamin positioned himself at her entrance, the tip of his manhood touching her moist folds. He felt his cock be swallowed by her womanhood and gasped.
The sensation was exquisite, unlike anything Benjamin had experienced before. Virginia's body responded to his intrusion, her muscles contracting around him in a way that made his knees weak. He began to move, slowly at first, then with increasing urgency. The forbidden nature of his conquest only heightened his arousal. She was supposed to be untouchable, dangerous even, yet here she was, beneath him, at his mercy.
Through the duct tape gag, Virginia made muffled sounds that Benjamin interpreted as moans of unwilling pleasure. Her eyes, however, told a different story. They weren't filled with fear or resignation as he'd expected. Instead, they sparkled with something that looked disturbingly like amusement. Benjamin tried to ignore the unsettling gaze, focusing instead on the rhythm of his thrusts and the building pressure in his loins. "You feel so good," he whispered. Benjamin's breathing became more labored as he continued, but he noticed something strange. Despite the tape covering her mouth, Virginia seemed to be enjoying herself. Her body moved in sync with his, almost as if she were an active participant rather than a captive victim.
This wasn't how it was supposed to go. Victims were meant to struggle, to resist—that was part of the thrill. Yet Virginia's body responded to him with practiced ease, her hips rising to meet his thrusts. It was as if she were leading their dance rather than submitting to it. A strange unease crept up Benjamin's spine despite his mounting pleasure. He increased his pace, desperate to reclaim control of the situation, to feel the dominance he'd fantasized about. His fingers dug into her hips as he pounded harder, sweat beading on his forehead.
Virginia's eyes never left his face. Even as her body rocked with the force of his thrusts, that amused glint remained. Benjamin found himself avoiding her gaze. He pressed his body onto hers and closed his eyes. As Benjamin's thrusts intensified, Virginia's muffled moans grew louder. He couldn't believe how good it felt to be inside of her. He was lost in the moment, completely consumed by the sensations coursing through his body. Sweat trickled down his forehead, and his heart raced in his chest. It was everything he had ever fantasized about and more. Avoiding her eyes did the trick, and Benjamin’s cock throbbed inside her, coating her insides with his fluids.
Benjamin collapsed onto Virginia, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Benjamin's chest heaved as he lay atop Virginia, his spent cock still inside her. His fantasy had come true, yet something felt... off. The usual sense of triumph and satisfaction he experienced after a conquest was nowhere to be found. Instead, an unsettling feeling crept through him, like Virginia had been in control the entire time.
He disentangled himself from her and moved off the bed, stumbling as his shaky legs adjusted to supporting his weight. Wiping the sweat from his brow, Benjamin reached for his clothes, desperate to cover his nakedness and regain some semblance of control. After he got dressed, Benjamin mentally made a list of things he needed to do in order to not get caught.
As he was thinking, the lights in the room flared to life. The door to the room opened. "Oh shit," Benjamin's face drained of color as Tina stood silhouetted in the doorway, and she wasn’t alone. Behind her, two figures emerged from the shadows, tall, imposing men in matching dark suits who moved with the fluid grace of predators. Benjamin's hands shook as he fumbled with his shirt buttons, his mind racing through possible explanations, excuses, anything that might salvage this catastrophe.
"I…I…"
Tina ignored Benjamin and walked over to Addie on the floor and knelt down for a few moments. "Tranquilizer dart," Tina muttered. The men quickly closed the gap between the door and Benjamin. Benjamin thought about using the tranquilizer gun, even took a step towards his discarded jacket, but it was too late. The imposing men flanked him so quickly he doubted he could have gotten his jacket even if he wanted to.
"Do you want to be nueralized so that you forget?" Tina asked Virginia after she had removed the tape and panties from her mouth. "Hell no," Virginia said shaking her head. "He ain’t as good as my husband, but even my husband has limits and things he won’t do." Tina smiled, a gleam in her eye. "Permanent victim?" Benjamin gulped at the words. He didn’t like the sound of that. Virginia nodded. "Yeah, hubby will be ok with it, we’ve talked about this kind of thing before. I’ll only want one or two more rounds with him, after that he’s yours." Those were the last words Benjamin heard before something struck the back of his head and he slipped into unconsciousness.
Benjamin awoke in the same position he had Virginia in earlier. Wrists and ankles chained to the bed in the same exact room he took Virginia in. The cold metal restraints bit into his wrists as consciousness slowly returned. Benjamin's head throbbed where he'd been struck, and his vision swam as he tried to focus on his surroundings. The irony wasn't lost on him. He was now the one helpless and exposed, his formal attire nowhere to be seen. The cold metal restraints bit into his skin as he tested them futilely.
"Good, you're awake," Virginia's voice drifted from somewhere beyond his field of vision. She stepped into view, no longer the helpless captive but moving with predatory confidence. She had changed into black leather that hugged her slight frame, transforming her from victim to something far more dangerous.
"This is how it works, Benjamin," she said, running a finger along the metal restraints that held him. "You broke the rules. You thought you were clever, thought you could take what you wanted without consequences." Her finger traced up his arm, and he shivered despite himself. "But there’s always consequences."
Tina appeared from the shadows, naked again. She slowly, seductively walked over to Benjamin. Her face leaned into his ear, and she whispered "Welcome to the other side of the equation," her breath hot against his skin. Benjamin's mouth went dry as Virginia approached the bed, a riding crop materializing in her hand. She tapped it rhythmically against her palm, each soft slap echoing in the dungeon.
"My husband sends his regards," Virginia said, her voice honeyed with false sweetness. "He's quite disappointed he couldn't be here personally, but he trusts me to handle this...session with you." Virginia opened up a flap in her black leather, exposing her womanhood. "Eat me" she commanded and lowered herself onto Benjamin’s face.
Benjamin didn’t move a muscle. Virginia looked at Tina and asked "Anywhere?" Tina cracked a smile and nodded, having guessed what Virginia was thinking. "Anywhere." Benjamin screamed as the riding crop slammed into his testicles at full force. "I told you to eat me," Virginia said. "This is what happens when you don’t do what we say." Moans and groans of pain erupted from Benjamin. Virginia waited a little while for things to subside, then lowered her cunt to his face again.
"Eat me. Now." Benjamin tentatively lapped at Virginia's snatch, his tongue trembling with fear and pain. The sharp sting of the riding crop was still fresh in his memory, and he had no desire for a repeat performance. As he licked and sucked, he could feel her wetness growing, her thighs clenching around his head as she rocked her hips against him.
He felt lips close around his cock and gasped. Tina was giving him a blowjob while he ate Virginia’s pussy. Virginia pressed herself harder on his face, her moans turning into screams of ecstasy. Hot liquid squirted all over his face as Virginia came. Benjamin felt his cock get close to exploding, but then the pleasure suddenly stopped.
"Please," Benjamin begged, able to speak again now that Virginia’s snatch wasn’t in his face. "I’m so close, please." Tina cackled. "Why should I let you cum, Benjamin? You belong to me." Benjamin strained against his restraints, his body trembling with need and fear. The leather bit into his wrists as he pulled desperately, but the chains held firm. Virginia stood over him, her crop trailing along his chest with deliberate slowness.
"You see, Benjamin," she said, her voice almost conversational, "you thought you understood power. You thought taking what you wanted made you strong." The crop traced lower, making him flinch. "But real power? Real control? That's something else entirely."
Tina then resumed sucking on Benjamin’s cock. His moans of pleasure quickly filled the air, but just as he felt like he was about to explode, she ceased again. "Please," Benjamin begged. Virginia slapped both of Benjamin’s nipples with the crop. He squealed in pain.
"I own you now Benjamin," Tina said with her face inches from Benjamin’s face looking him right in the eyes. "Please," Benjamin whispered. Tina kissed his lips like a passionate lover, throwing her tongue all around his mouth. Benjamin had never been kissed like that before. His cock was so hard that it pained him.
"Now," Tina whispered in Benjamin’s ear "you’re going to eat Virginia’s pussy again. And if you do a better job this time you get a reward." Benjamin eagerly nodded, desperate for relief as Virginia positioned herself over his face once more. This time, he attacked her womanhood with fervor, his tongue darting and swirling with newfound enthusiasm. Virginia's thighs quivered around his head as she ground against him, her fingers tangling in his meticulously parted blonde hair, destroying the careful styling he'd maintained for years.
"That's it," Virginia purred, her head falling back as pleasure coursed through her. "Much better." Tina watched with amusement, trailing her fingernails lightly over Benjamin's straining erection, keeping him on the edge without allowing him release. His muffled whimpers vibrated against Virginia's flesh, intensifying her pleasure. As Virginia approached her climax, her movements became more erratic, her breathing more ragged. With a final, shuddering cry, her pussy exploded with juices all over Benjamin’s face.
"Better?" Tina asked. "Fuck yeah," Virginia breathed heavily. "It’s getting late, I’d better head home." "Hear that Benjamin?" Tina asked. "You did a good job. Now you get a reward. Beg me to fuck that cock of yours and I’ll think about it."
Benjamin’s eyes went wide. "Please, please fuck me."
"I don’t know," Tina said, one of her hands cradling his testicles. "Do you understand your place Benjamin?"
"Yes mistress Tina, I belong to you. Please fuck me, my cock wants to be inside you."
"Mistress Tina, I like the sound of that. Why should I fuck you Benjamin?" Tina asked, her hand slowly, lightly touching the base of his cock.
"I can make you feel good mistress Tina, I’ll do whatever you say mistress Tina. Please mistress Tina, please let me cum inside you."
"How badly do you want to be my fuck toy?"
"Really badly mistress Tina, that’s all I want to be mistress Tina, please please please let me cum inside you."
"Only because you’ve begged so well, like a good fuck toy. And you know your place." Tina said as she got onto Benjamin. Tina positioned herself above him, her body casting shadows across his restrained form. The warmth of her flesh pressed against his as she slowly lowered herself onto his aching cock. Benjamin gasped, his back arching as much as the chains would allow. With a wicked grin, Tina straddled Benjamin, her drenched folds hovering just above his throbbing erection. "Beg me for it," she purred, her eyes glittering with sadistic glee.
"Please, mistress Tina," Benjamin whimpered, his pride all but shattered beneath the weight of his desire. "Let me serve you. Let me be your little fuck toy." Tina didn't answer with words, instead she pressed her wet core against the tip of his engorged cock, teasing him with the barest hint of contact. "Say it again," she growled, her voice low and guttural.
"Please, mistress Tina, let me be your little fuck toy. Use me however you see fit." The shame of submitting so completely to a woman was eclipsed by the desperate need to feel her engulf him. With a satisfied smile, Tina finally sank down, taking him to the hilt in one fluid motion.
Benjamin's eyes rolled back, a strangled moan escaping his lips as her warm wetness enveloped him completely. Tina began to ride him with deliberate slowness, her hips rolling in a hypnotic rhythm that brought him to the edge without pushing him over. Each time he approached climax, she would slow or stop entirely, drawing out his torment with expert precision.
"Who do you belong to?" she demanded, her fingernails digging into his chest as she leaned forward.
"You, mistress Tina," he gasped, his body trembling with the effort of restraining his release. "Only you."
"And what are you?"
"Your fuck toy, mistress Tina. I exist only for your pleasure."
The words felt foreign on his tongue, yet each syllable seemed to unlock something deeper within him. The Benjamin who had meticulously ironed his suits and parted his hair with religious precision was dissolving, replaced by something raw and desperate. Tina's pace quickened, her breath coming in short gasps as she rode him harder. "That's right," she hissed, her nails leaving red trails across his pale skin. "You thought you were a predator, but you were always meant to be prey."
Benjamin's vision blurred as sensation overwhelmed him. The chains rattled with each of Tina's movements, the metal leaving angry marks on his wrists. He was completely at her mercy, and the realization sent a shockwave through his consciousness that was equal parts terrifying and intoxicating. "Beg me to make you cum," Tina demanded, her hips grinding against him in a circular motion, her nails raking lightly down his chest.
"Please, Mistress Tina," Benjamin whimpered, "I'm yours. I'm your fuck toy. Please let me cum inside you." The desperation in his voice was palpable, and it only seemed to fuel Tina's sadistic enjoyment. She leaned forward, her lips brushing against his ear, and whispered, "Very well, but only because you've been a good boy." With that, she increased her pace, rocking her hips harder and faster until Benjamin felt himself teetering on the edge of climax. He could no longer hold back the moans of pleasure that escaped his lips as Tina fucked his cock mercilessly. Benjamin screamed the loudest scream of his life as finally, after what felt like ages, his cock throbbed and shot his seed into Tina’s hungry cunt.
Tina collapsed onto Benjamin's chest, her breath hot against his neck as their bodies trembled in unison. For a fleeting moment, something akin to tenderness passed between them, a shared vulnerability that transcended their roles as mistress and captive. But as quickly as it appeared, it vanished, replaced by the cold reality of his situation.
Tina got off of Benjamin then pressed a button on her watch. "Someone bring me a fleshlight," she panted, her breathing still recovering from the fucking she just gave Benjamin. A few moments later a woman he didn’t know entered the room and handed Tina a strange looking object.
"Do you know what a fleshlight is?" Benjamin shook his head. "The male equivalent of a vibrator," Tina said as she put it on Benjamin’s flaccid cock and turned it on. Tina wasn’t kidding, the thing felt painfully good on his sensitive dick. "It hurts mistress Tina, it’s too sensitive." Benjamin yelped in pain.
Tina leaned against the doorframe, her lips curling into a mischievous smile. "That's good to hear," she said, her voice light and teasing. "It'll keep you occupied until Addie and I come over to join you for some fun tomorrow!" She winked playfully and added with a laugh, "Sleep well, my fuck toy!"
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