Losing the war

Of all the people to take your butthole's virginity, it had to be this bastard, with his unique desire to impress his dad by recording his use of this awful anal technique.

There's been no pleasure for you here, just weird discomfort and anal sphincter exhaustion.

When Duncan had started this nonsense, you'd convinced yourself that you were going to prove him wrong by making sure he didn't break you. And despite how much you value your pride and your self-esteem, the need for this to all be over is beginning to win out.

About 15 seconds later, your knees begin to give out from underneath you, and when Duncan next pulls out, you collapse to the ground, onto your hands and knees.

"Mercy, please mercy. I submit!" You sob.

"Turn round and look up at me." He orders. You immediately obey.

He keeps filming.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry for disrespecting you." You cry. "I'll never disrespect you again."

"I said, I don't care about your apology." He sounds irritated. "I want your submission."

"I submit! I submit! I said I submit!" You reply desperately.

"You're not submitting, you're begging for mercy." He shakes his head as he speaks. "True submission is the relinquishing of your will."

"Please, just tell me what you want me to do, and I'll do it." You beg.

"I want you to beg me to keep punishing your ass." He says simply.

No no no, I can't take any more! You think.

But then again... he has all the power. He can keep absing your butthole, if that's what he wants to do. Anything you say is purely performance.

So, pushing all sense and reason to the back of your mind, you look up to him and say the words you definitely do not mean. "Please I want you to keep punishing my ass, Master."

Did that sound convincing? Probably not. But judging by the smile on his face, it seems like it was good enough for him.

"Turn around, then. Stay on your knees if you can't stand, but put your face in the dirt."

This is just way more dehumanizing than you could ever have dreamed.

"Y-Yes Master. Of course Master." You whimper as you do what he says, presenting your desperately exhausted butt towards him once more, and smushing your face into the ground.

You brace, expecting to once again feel that horrible sensation of your ring being opened to accept his cock.

But instead, you screech as a hand swats down on one butt cheek.

"Thank me!" He roars an instruction. He sounds exhausted yourself, you realize.

"Thank you Master!" You squeal, still reeling from the shock, more than the pain.

But it seems like he's more interested in the pain, as he swats you ten more times in that exact same spot, ensuring that he gets a pained cry and a 'Thank you Master' after each one.

"Thank me for breaking you!" He demands on the twelfth swat.

"AAAH! THANK YOU FOR BREAKING ME MASTER!"

"Thank me for breaking your butthole!"

"AAAAAH! THANK YOU FOR BREAKING MY BUTTHOLE, MASTER!" You're pretty much unthinking at this point, just immediately obeying whatever he says, without consideration for what it is he's demanding.

Truly submitting, just like he wanted.

You have compeltely lost the war.

"Yesssssssssssssss..." He hisses, and then something warm and wet hits the base of your spine, and more hits the inside of your butt crack.

Duncan is finally ejaculating.

And then it's over. Your anus is weakened, your butt is stinging, and you have cum all over your ass, and dirt caked on your face, tits, arms and legs, but it's over.

"Stay there. Don't move." Duncan instructs. And then you hear the shutter sound as he takes some photos of you in this position, from every angle.

And you obediently lie there, face in the filthy soil, a thoroughly broken bitch.