" my throat..."

"R-**** my throat, please, sir... Don't... don't hold back, your... your whore can take it." She pleaded.

He frowned, his blue eyes narrowed. "You want me to **** you?"

"Yes, sir."

"I'll be rough with you."

"Yes..."

He wrapped a hand in her hair and pulled her upwards, bringing her face to within an inch of his.

"Yes!"

He spat in her face, then slapped her.

"Yesss!" she whimpered, her eyes rolling back in her head.

"You want to be mine?"

"Yes, oh, yes, sir!"

"Do you think I want to own just any whore off the street? Prove it. Show me how nasty a slut you've become."

"Nnnngghh... yes... own me..."

He pulled her even closer and whispered into her ear. "If you pass this test, I'll sell your mouth to a stranger tomorrow. You'll be a real whore, then. My whore."

He drew back and looked deeply into Eldwyn's eyes, searching for the slightest hint that she didn't want this.

Her mouth opened as if to respond, but she merely angled her head backwards, tongue lolling out as she drooled freely down her chin. She put every ounce of lust and desire she could into her eyes.

"Nnnnn...." she moaned, a **** animal sound that seemed to come from so deep within her he wasn't sure she was even aware of it. It was so thick with need, so obedient, so ****, all his remaining doubts were washed away. She wanted him to break her, to defile her utterly.

He locked his jaw, his heart beating so hard he felt it would tear out of his chest at any moment. It was all he could do to keep his voice steady, to maintain his control over himself, and by extension, over her.

"Very well, then."

He sank back in his seat and once again took a firm hold of the hair, gripping it tightly on both sides of her head.

He guided her head down towards his lap, slowly this time, and she complied eagerly. She made no attempt to resist him or even aid him, simply letting him use her mouth as a warm hole to use. When the head passed her lips, she closed them around his shaft, whimpering softly as he gave her what she needed.

He slowly pulled her further down, the motion smooth and deliberate, but inexorable. Again he felt the entrance to her throat twitch around his glans, but then he pushed through into her throat.

She gagged involuntarily as his cock rubbed past the delicate flesh, as he knew she would, but he ignored it, merely continuing to move deeper and deeper, his pace measured and steady. She coughed more slime past his member, and he ignored that too.

She whimpered desperately, but made not attempt to wriggle away. He was giving her what she wanted. She'd given herself to him willingly. He was going to break her not just in body, but in soul, and there would be no going back from this.

Finally he bottomed out and he just held her there, watching as her eyes watered and overflowed, tears dripping down her cheeks.

"Ghhh... Ackk... Erghhh...!" Eldwyn retched and choked.

At some point her hands had come up to grip his knees tightly. She wasn't using them as leverage to fight him, though, and in any other situation, he would've let it slip. Not tonight; tonight, all of his orders would be obeyed.

"Hands." He snapped.

Eldwyn met his eyes, but it took a long time before understanding dawned in them. She pulled her hands back and put them in their rightful place, behind her back.

"Better."

Even in her dire situation, the corners of her mouth curled upwards with pride at the half-compliment. Her face was reddening from lack of air, and her eyes were equally red with tears. The way her throat milked his cock more urgently with every passing moment felt fantastic as it tried to dislodge the foreign obstacle from her airway.

"Ghhh... Rrghh... Mnnghh..."

Finally, the fervor of her submission was overcome by a far more base need: the need to breathe. She began to struggle, first lightly, then more strenuously. He continued to hold her down, staring into her eyes mercilessly. Eldwyn's eyes pleaded anxiously with him and tears streamed down her face. She twisted her head from side to side, trying desperately to escape his grip, eyes wide and helpless, but still he held on.

Finally, her eyes fluttered and her struggles began to lessen, and her expression became docile once more. He'd peeled back layer after layer of her being. First she'd been eager of her own accord, then submissive to his desires, then overwhelmed by need, and now at the core of her being, she was utterly surrendering to his wishes. He owned her now, and they both knew it. It was what he'd been looking for.

With a wrenching pull, he yanked her off his cock. The room was silent for a fraction of a heartbeat, then she coughed and hacked, expelling a mixture of saliva, pre-cum and thick slime onto her chest, from where it slopped down onto the floor. She continued to cough for some time as he held her head softly but firmly in place. At last she settled down, her breathing still quick and ragged, but no longer frantically ****.