I was dragged into a dingy basement, my vision blurred by tears and the sack over my head. Rough hands stripped me of my clothes, leaving me naked and exposed. A man's voice, low and menacing, whispered in my ear, "You're mine now, and I'm going to use you until there's nothing left." His hands were everywhere, groping and pinching, leaving marks on my skin. He forced me to my knees, his cock already hard and throbbing in his hand. "Open your mouth," he commanded, and I complied, my lips wrapping around his length. He fucked my mouth ruthlessly, his hips thrusting as he held my head in place. I gagged and choked, saliva dripping down my chin as he used my throat for his pleasure.
When he was done, he yanked me to my feet and bent me over a table, my ass exposed and vulnerable. He spat on my entrance, his fingers roughly probing before he slammed into me, his cock thick and unyielding. He pounded me mercilessly, each thrust sending waves of pain and pleasure through my body. His hand gripped my hair, pulling my head back as he leaned over me, his breath hot on my neck. "You're going to be a good little whore, aren't you?" he growled, his hips never stopping their relentless rhythm. I could only moan in response, my body on fire with each brutal stroke.
He pulled out suddenly, and I whimpered at the loss. But he wasn't done. He flipped me over, his eyes gleaming with lust as he spread my legs wide. He entered me again, this time slowly, savoring each inch as he filled me. He leaned down, his mouth capturing one of my nipples, biting and sucking until I cried out. His hips moved in a slow, torturous rhythm, building the tension until I was a quivering mess beneath him. When he finally came, it was with a roar, his cock pulsing as he spilled his seed deep inside me. He collapsed on top of me, his weight crushing, and I lay there, panting and spent, my body aching and used.
