It's out of your hands

You groan and struggle, kicking your feet against the floor and straining with your entire body, but there's not a thing you can do. Stretched tightly across the pillows, Khal Drogo simply keeps a firm grip on your long hair and you can neither move forwards nor backwards as he pistons that monster cock into you at a rapid pace.

You've fucked him before, but never like this. He prefers to take you from behind, sure, but he's never been quite so forceful. Your bondage adds an element of total helplessness that dials everything to twelve.

Your second orgasm comes quickly, and Khal doesn't even slow down for you to properly enjoy it. Your nerves explode like fireworks and your body twitches and writhes what little you are allowed. Through it all, Khal's cock. Pounding into you, forcibly reminding you that your pleasure doesn't matter, this isn't happening for you to blow off some steam anymore.

This is a master showing a **** that she is just a thing to be used and enjoyed however he wants. A hole to be ****. A fucktoy.

Your third orgasm takes you by surprise, overwhelming your senses briefly. Your entire body feels like its on fire and you scream uselessly into your gag. Even if you could scream for help, the only ears that would hear you are your other Characters.

You've had more than enough. Too much. It's not fun anymore, but Khal doesn't slow down. He releases your hair and shifts his grip to your hips to adjust his angle slightly, but he doesn't stop. He'll probably never stop.

You deserve this. In your heart you know you have made a reputation for yourself and even profited from your public efforts against RealDreams, campaigning tirelessly to stop their operations while secretly owning modded Character slaves to serve as elaborate pawns in your fantasies.

You come again, helpless and small before your master's unrelenting ****. His lust for you is endless, just like you wanted. All of this is just what you wanted when you ignored all the warnings and modded your Characters with minimal safety precautions. Wasn't it?

Maybe deep down you were jealous of all those Characters, getting to enjoy your shameful fantasies without judgement from anyone. They'd never been meant for anything else. It was just their place.

Now, at least for the moment, it was your place, too. A thing to be fucked and abused. No hope for escape or rescue. No one cares about you, not down here. Maybe not even out there.

Khal's rhythmic, forceful thrusts dominate your awareness, pulling you into a sort of emotionless trance as he continues to deliver your first proper lesson as a ****. What may have been a game for you was never a game for him. He was always your master and you his ****. Now he's just making up for lost time.

As another orgasm rips through you, your nerves scream in exquisite agony. It's incredible. It's terrible. You just want this to end but you're beginning to understand that what you want doesn't matter. You will do whatever Khal wants and you will like it.

Like a good little ****.

It's what you wanted.