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The idea of holding me down and forcing yourself into me, filling me up with load after load of cum and pining me so that I hold it all in. Let it fill up the deepest part of me. You reaching in where even I cannot.

Part of you taking root in me, changing me at a cellular level. My body becoming something accommodate you, to serve this part of you you left in me. Still inside, even after you pull out, whether you keep me to use again or move on without another thought. You are still raping me, every moment of every day as my body swells to accommodate you, you are deep inside me. I can't hide it, everyone can see what you are doing to me.

The clothes I wear, the food I eat, how I spend my time and what I think about are all raped by you.

I know that's what you've been thinking. I've been treating you more like a lover. You think that because I let you sleep chained to my bed instead of on the cold basement floor that I'm going to get sloppy, that I'll start trusting you, that you'll have the chance to escape. I know how that brain of yours works. On some level you have to know the truth- you'll never get out of here.

You probably had a better chance of getting out before, when you were still a cold, crying thing in the basement, before I brought you upstairs to stay with me. I hardly cared, then, you were just another pet. A thing pretending to be a person that was just slow enough for me to catch. If you ran off or died or lost your marbles I'd just get a new one. Your cuffs were one-size-fits-all and the basement window has always been broken. You had a chance then. Not anymore. I'm more careful- you're special now. You made yourself irreplaceable.

even just feeling a brush of my boyfriend’s hard penis against my body activates my female reproductive system for mating. i can feel my clitoris begin to stiffen and grow sensitive, my vagina begins to drip and relax to invite his cock inside, and i’m overwhelmed by the urge to lay back and spread my legs so he can’t resist penetrating my pink, wet, clenching pussy.

once he’s truly claiming my pussy, on top of me holding my body bent in half so he can slam his penis in and out of my babyhole at will, it feels so right to surrender all control of the situation and accept that being female means he can do whatever he wants to my body, and that my body now exists to lay there helpless and pleasure his cock. even if i tried to push him out, the contractions of my vagina would only further stimulate his penis and cause him to orgasm inside of me quicker.

when i feel his breathing get heavier and his penis start to harden and lengthen, preparing to inseminate me, i feel ecstatic. my pussy naturally clamps down around his cock, causing overwhelming pleasure for both of us as he loses control and thrusts fast and hard and so deep inside that it hurts. i can always feel him harden the last bit and shove himself as deep as he can inside me to cum, following the most basic male sexual urge to impregnate a female.

nothing turns me on like his masculine grunting and moaning as he thrusts, thrusts, thrusts, and finally slams so deep he hits my cervix and pumps his semen right into it. each pump of sperm into my unprotected pussy is ecstasy. i feel whole, i feel womanly, i feel bred. he stays there with his still-hard penis inside me, making tiny little thrusts to keep pleasuring his penis with my pussy, and to make sure his sperm doesn’t leak out too much.

Next time won't be in someone's back yard, but far away in some unmarked spot in a field, bolted down, uncared for and hard to find.