He doesn't trust you, but he does fuck you.

Once again he pulls out that familiar cock and rolls you onto your stomach. He drags your limp form to the edge of the bed and runs his hands over your silky smooth skin. “Oh you do feel so nice.” He says quietly as he slams his cock into your asshole not even pausing to use a drop of any kind of lube. However your ass is apparently either getting used to the constant intrusion, or the treatment he gave you has made your skin more elastic as the intrusion is met with little resistance, and instantly a wash of pleasure spikes up your spine. He keeps pumping and pounding your ass while you play the helpless paralyzed victim, doing your best not to moan and give away the fact that you can certainly feel his cock slapping in and out of your eager hole. He fucks you for a while before tiring of fucking your lifeless body and pulls out. “Fine slut, drink away.” He spins you around on the bed, lifts your head, and pushes it down your throat. Applying as much suction as possible, and using your tongue to milk his cock you suck and slurp as he fucks your face. Finally it gets to be too much and you feel him tense signaling he is about to blow. You seize the opportunity to put the first part of your plan in motion and as he blasts his massive gout of cum in your mouth, you inhale sharply causing much of the sticky goo to enter your lungs. To your shock and horror, he realizes at that moment that you are no longer paralyzed and clamps his hand down over your mouth and nose, his cock still buried deep within your throat, and as your body convulses and the entire mass blows back up, it has no where to go. You feel the sting as it wells up into your sinuses as your eyes tear up. He draws his cock out of your throat and grabs your neck and hauls you into the air. “I fucking new you would try some shit.” He tosses you like a rag doll and bounces you off of the wall, and onto the floor. You let the blob of goo fly as you rise to your knees and spit and **** trying to catch your breath. “It is all a lie isn’t it?” He demands giving you a sharp kick to the stomach that lifts you off the ground.

“No, please, I wasn’t lying. The **** wore off while you were fucking my throat and it made me vomit, that is all, I am so sorry master. Please, if you kill me, I can’t get you the money I promised. I wasn’t trying anything, your huge cock was just in too deep.” You rise to your knees and open your mouth in an o, “Just let me suck it all off, I will make it all better I promise.”

Apparently the sight of you sitting there naked on your knees with cum and spit all over you is just too much for him to resist as you see his cock is once again raging hard. He grabs the leash and sits down on the bed, dragging you with him. “Fine, I will let you ride my cock one more time, and if it is the best piece of ass ever, I just might trust you.”

You climb onto his lap and sit down on his throbbing erection, taking it deep within your bowels in a single fluid motion. Whatever he did to you has obviously made your hole more elastic as even without the ****, you feel almost no discomfort as he fills you. Gripping your cheeks together like a vice, you begin rising and falling on his cock slowly milking his shaft. He takes your tits into his hands and begins needing and pinching them as you ride him. This continues for a few moments before he begins pulling you down on him with each down stroke while lifting a bit to thrust up into you making your ass slap against him loudly. Gradually you pick up speed and raise your legs up till your feet are on the edge of the bed and you are riding him like a bucking bronco. Your body falls a bit forward as the two of you fuck and you are sure if he were to let go of your tits you would certainly land on the floor on your face. Right about then you realize just how much you are screaming and moaning as he savagely fucks you as someone you have never seen walks into view. “Hey Sebastian, I hate to bother you while you are slamming that hot little whore, but there is someone at the door.” He isn’t bad looking with dark unkempt hair that falls below his shoulders, deep tan or dirty skin, and stands about 6’ tall. He is wearing combat boots, drab green pants, matching army style jacket, with a dirty orange shirt under the jacket. The only weapons you see on him is a sawed off double barrel shotgun in a oversized holster at his waist. “What should I do?”

“Fuck. Who are you expecting.” Sebastian demands as he pulls you off of him and, to your surprise, sets you onto the bed, rather than dropping you on your face like you would have figured.

“It must be the arms dealer I called last night. I am so sorry, I forgot to tell you master.” You whimper before slipping his cock into your mouth once again, sadly this time without even being threatened, ordered, or it even being suggested.

Sebastian rests his hand on your head as you suck him off, apparently convinced he has broken you finally. “It is ok. I know how stressed you have been, you can’t be expected to remember everything without me asking.” He says in a surprisingly nice tone. As if on cue he then blasts his load into your mouth and you milk every last drop down. “It is fine, quickly soak yourself in the bathroom, then go get the door and let them in. You can tell them you were in the shower. We will wait in here till you send them away.”

You soak yourself and grab a small towel to cover your cock, and race to the front door as it rings for the third time.