Monika's fate

Monika hated this with all her heart as she struggled within herself for control. Here she was naked in front of the very man she hated, while secretly loving it at the same time. She slid Orterres' pants down past his knees as she sank to the floor before him. Next came his underwear, and his cock sprung out before her, pulsing and throbbing as it hit the tip of her nose. The pungent smell of precum wafted through her nostrils, further dulling her senses and filling her head with fuck lust. Oh how she wanted it! But why? She hated this man so much, yet loved the way he treated her.

Orterres was not blind to Monika's inner struggle, and he knew she would become his property. He had her right where he wanted her, on her knees, naked, and ready to fulfill his every desire. She would be an easy one to train, and a top dollar bringer at the **** auctions, being a natural redhead, should he decided to sell her. He motioned to his guard to gather Monika's belongings and take them away. His hands grabbed handfuls of Monika's red hair, and **** her to look up at him. "Love what you see?"

Monika's eyes looked into his, longingly. It was then she knew she was defeated, and that her inner desires had betrayed her. She didn't have to look at the guard to know he took all of her things away, probably to be burned. This included not just her clothes, but every form of ID she had to prove who she was. It sent a shudder up her spine to think of herself as a **** to Orterres' every desire. Was this what it was all about to her? She pondered over this as her body betrayed her with an orgasm. There was nowhere to run now, and she had to face her inner demons, and Orterres. "Yes. I love it" she quietly answered as she accepted her fate.

Orterres smiled down at the beautiful redhead. "Good. We have a long night ahead of us. I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before. Now be a good little ****, and start sucking on your master's cock." Then he added, "Then we'll see what tomorrow brings."

Monika parted her lips, and slowly took the head of Orterres' cock into her mouth. She savored the salty flavor of his skin, and the bittersweetness of his precum. She hated this, but she wanted this, and she knew there was no way out as the shaft of her worst enemy's cock slid down her throat. She didn't care about tomorrow, or what might happen. This moment, as much as she hated it, is what she lived for.