It turns rough

Lying on your stomach you're utterly helpless as Sarah pounds away at your ass, grinding you against the bed of nails below you. The spikes rips at your skin, leaving red, angry marks wherever they travel and you must look like you've been scratched by an angry cat at this point. Sarah pays no heed to your painful predicament however, instead she seems to sense your discomfort and puts her full weight into her thrusts, forcing you onto the bed of nails even more as your knees start to buckle.

"Does it hurt bitch? Huh? Want it to stop?" Sarah croons at you in a deceptively soft voice and despite knowing it's a trap the pain makes you beg for mercy. "Please Sarah, it hurts, please stop!" Your begging is met with silence apart from the slapping sound your bodies make as her hips slam into yours as she pumps your gaping asshole.

Maybe she'll actually be gentle with me you think to yourself, a flicker of hope coming to life. "I might enjoy the **** but.." Your begging continues as Sarah halts her movement, still being balls deep in your ass though. "..I wouldn't mind something gentle as well Sarah!" You lie still, breathing softly and listening to her heavy breathing above you.

Mere moments later any hope of yours is swiftly crushed. "Enjoy the **** huh? Good thing I've got plenty of it in store for you!" What you thought was full **** before appears to be nothing but an inkling of her physical capabilities as he forces you fully onto your stomach, using just the power of her hips, your erect cock rubbing roughly against the nails and making you shriek in pain and excitement both. You feel Sarah's presence above you and you feel her breath against the back of your neck as she whispers throatily. "Your begging just makes me want to **** you even more.." With that sentence you almost know what is coming and you're not surprised when moments later Sarah starts fucking your ass raw. "..take it! It makes me so fucking wet to see you suffer for me, my fucking tattooed bitch! I'll never let you go! You'll crawl in the dust for me for the rest of your life!"

Every thrust of her hips is one of intense agony and intense pleasure, further heightened as Sarah heaps verbal **** at you throughout, becoming dirtier, angrier and even filthier when you thought she reached her peak. Every thrust pounds your ass, rubbing against your prostate, rubbing your cock against sharp spikes and all of these sensations bubbles into one intense mindfuck, your mind straining under the **** of it all.

Before long you cream yourself from the pure stimulation of your ass, the pain and Sarah's intense mindfuck, shooting thick jets of semen onto the bed of nails below you. Leaving you lying in a puddle of your own cum, wearing a dog mask as Sarah fucks you into oblivion. You start to spout utter gibberish, losing all control as the **** never seems to end and Sarah's verbal **** intensifies even further. "Lose your mind for me bitch! I'm going to cut off your balls if you don't break for me, I'm going to fuck your brain out of your ears! You're mine you hear, mine!" Tongue lolling out of your mouth, you moan your agreement much to her amusement.

The anal fucking goes on for what seems to be hours and you cum again and again, bathing yourself in your own semen and making the bed of nails all sticky, your skin and your cock rubbed utterly raw, red and stinging painfully. Sarah eventually slows her pace incrementally until she even eventually stops, releases the harness and steps off, leaving the dildo still in your ass. Her feet comes into view in front of you, her painted toe nails shining in the bright light of the kitchen. Almost instinctively you lift your head, kissing her feet softly in submission.

"Huh, didn't expect that. Good initiative though bitch, you're a natural!" You worship her feet for a few minutes as she looks down upon you, her face unreadable. "That's enough! Clean this mess up and clean yourself off as well, then come to bed.. It's getting late and we've got a long day ahead of us.." With that, Sarah turns on her heels, moving out of the room, leaving you broken and spent on the kitchen floor. The tattoo on your lower stomach burns slightly, reminding you of your lot in life..