A gag turns a fun session into a frightening scenario

Khal Drogo lays you over the top of the pillow heap, face down, and secures your manacles to another chain leading to the far wall, then drags you backwards by your hips until your arms are stretched tightly. You're already dripping wet in anticipation of his extra large cock to take you with his trademark roughness.

But he doesn't. Instead you hear him rifling through a drawer of a side table nearby. That stuff isn't intended for him, that's there for Christian Grey only. Something isn't right; they're not supposed to cross over like this.

You raise your head to shut this down but as you open your mouth a thick mass of hard rubber enters it, suppressing your speech. Khal Drogo had not only found the thick penis shaped gag, but he'd identified its purpose and made the call to use it on you, all by himself.

That's a chilling thought, but it also sets your blood on fire. Without the code word to shut him down, you're completely at his mercy. There's no timer, no failsafe. Khal wasn't meant to be this sophisticated. He's a brute who fucks like an animal. The end.

No, no, no... You struggle for real against your chains but it's no use. With your arms pulled taut, Khal can hold your entire body still with int hand in your lower back.

He slaps your ass and pulls your hair hard enough to **** a cry from your throat. His knife blade touches your cheek and you freeze, unwilling to move so much as a muscle.

"Quit struggling, ****. You need to be broken. I will break you. You will learn to behave, won't you? You know you will be happier once you learn."

You swallow pitifully and nod your head. Yes, yes, you probably would do exactly that. There isn't much else you can really do about it. Your pussy feels like fire, **** for attention.

"Good." He stabs the knife into the wooden pillar to his right and moves to mount you from behind. That knife is in easy reach for him but you'd never be able to reach it no matter how hard you struggle. The chains simply aren't long enough. And he knows it.

There is no way around it. You are officially his **** until he releases your voice and you can shut him down.

He enters you in a rough, almost violent motion. And he's huge; you made sure of it. He's eleven inches long and as thick as your wrist. You have no idea what kind of stamina he has, since you always speak your keyword once you've had your fun. He was built to fuck, without any additional specification. For all you know he has no limit. You immediately come hard on his stiff dick as he bottoms out, bursting with arousal already.

He just laughs, slaps your ass, and starts thrusting into you like the piece of fuckflesh you are. "That's one. Let's see if we can get to twenty. Then we will begin real training. Maybe cure your attitude problem."

Oh fuck. You groan into the thick gag, struggling to endure his huge cock, knowing that you really did do this to yourself. You have no one to blame, and no one who might come looking for you if you don't show up for a few days to a week.

Oh. Fuck. This is suddenly very, very real. You want desperately to be free but you also know, inescapably, that you want to see what he does to you now that he is the one in charge.