Too late for salvation?

The cock inside you maintains a slow and steady stroke. It's more than enough to bring your new and sensitive body rapidly to a state of sexual bliss.

Despite the waves of delight flooding through your body you find your mind drifting back to the stranger. He's just on the other side of the room, seated on that chair, drinking from his brandy glass and he's watching you.

What can he see? You wonder. You'll be on the rough stone floor of your half of the room. You're still chained to the wall. You're facing him. He'll be able to see the flush of your chest. He'll be able to see how your breasts are massaged by invisible hands. He'll be able to watch as you dripping sex gladly welcomes cock. It must be quite a show.

"Maybe he could have..." announces the stranger, interrupting your revere, "but I'm here to claim you. Not save you."

What's this? Can he read your mind? All of a sudden your invisible lover no longer feels like Tommy. Your eyes fly open.

You're being fucked by a monster.

It's about the height and size of a man but the dog-like beast is covered in thick green fur. How could you not have felt that before? It's cock is thrust deep inside you. One clawed hand has you by the throat, its talons above the line of your collar and its other hand squeezes on one of your breasts.

The were-wolf like demon, whatever it is, weighs you down with its powerfully muscled body. It's tongue hangs from the side of its lupine jaws. The monster's breath is hot on your face.

It looks like it could rip you limb from limb - but it's fucking you slowly, firmly and with determination.

"There will be no salvation for you. I can switch your lover any time I feel like." announces the stranger from his chair, "Whenever you engage in a sexual act with someone - something - I can swap them with one of my minions."

The green furred, monstrous, were-wolf beast grunts as its mighty cock plows into you again.

"Do you understand?" questions the stranger politely, "And do you submit?"