No one.

"You're only going to speak when I tell you to. Nod your head if you understand, maggot." With teeth clenched against the throbbing pain in wrist and ankle, you nod. "Good." She kicks your legs apart, and your sense of self-preservation, in particular for your **** crotch, makes it a struggle to keep them separated. You look all around, confirm that you're trapped, confirm that you can do nothing to escape this... whatever this even is... and find no solace save for the sheet of paper that was now half-tucked under the cabinet to your left, just out of reach. She follows your gaze to it, and plucks it out from underneath. "Ah... good job, Mr. Peck." She saunters away to put it on the same work area where her phone rests, and turns off the latter. Without its oppressive flash bulb, you're left with only the partly-obscured fluorescent lights above. You feel tears welling in your eyes from the slowly dulling pain of your torn muscles... and stare, in disbelief, at your still-erect cock.

"You've a certain flavor to you, Mr. Peck... no, that's not appropriate. You hardly deserve your name in this case... Hmmm..." She steps between your spread legs, and your breaths begin to rush with an oncoming anxiety attack as you try, and fail, to brace for some terrible blow to your testicles. You close your eyes and turn your head, a miserable sob whispering from between clenched lips... but the blow never comes. You hear shuffling, and wince as you feel impact on the crown of your manhood... wet, sucking impact. Your eyes snap open... and watch Georgia as she takes you into her mouth. She lets your moist head pop out of her mouth audibly, and starts to pump you with a firm grip as she meets your gaze. "Doggy."

The phrase, so innocent and out of place for her, leaves you dumbfounded. "Dog-?" **** flashes in her eyes, her grip on your shaft tightens, and you fall silent.

After the moment passes without further rebellion from you, she returns to that confident smirk. "Good doggy." Stupefied, you try to suppress your own groans as she puts you back into her mouth... and takes you to the back of her throat with an expertise that few others have shown you. As you find yourself dizzied with the sensation, she swallows, crushing your cock in her throat while tickling the space between your shaft and balls with a darting tongue. Still overcharged after a day without pleasure, your gasps serve as her only warning of your premature ejaculation, but it's enough: she withdraws until your head rests inside her lips, her tongue flicking and suckling at your urethra until it rewards her with another mouthful of sperm... and then another. Her hand ducks into her skirt and desperately fingers her cleft as her body is racked by pleasure, all while your own orgasm fades, replaced by the agony of your ruined joints.

She finally lets your cock rest, sighing happily for a full minute while she feels her still-clothed body with roaming hands. Her fingers caress her chest through her bra and top, gliding down her hips and those still-sticky stockings. She coos as the obvious effects of your jizz run through her... all except that overwhelming desire to serve and love you, apparently. "God in heaven, boy, this feeling... of youth and love and... everything... gooooooooood in this world..." Your eyebrows raise as you catch your breath. "To think it comes from such a worthless mutt... a troublesome, no-good pet. No, this is almost like... hmm..." She swallows some layer of spunk that bothered her, and quits whatever revealing comparison she almost made. "... and such volume! More than these balls can possibly hold... " She cups said testes mockingly, but whatever insult she had for them is lost as she watches your softening cock suddenly pulse with blood, springing back to attention. Your stomach growls audibly, and you too are stuck looking at your erection in disbelief. "A-Again? How much of a pervert are you?" You close your eyes, hoping to sleep away this ever-shifting mixture of sensations... until she grabs your prick and crushes it in her vice grip. "Doggy, I asked you a question, but maybe I wasn't clear... no, I certainly wasn't. Why does your..." She licks her lips. "... filth have this effect? How how many times can you come like that?"

"I... I..." You have no desire to tell her... no, it's more that you're actively afraid. Will more doses help her flip to a less violent mate? Or will you become some kind of wounded fuck puppet for this newly discovered, unloving sadist?

She begins to pump your manhood, and it's clear she's going to milk you to **** if you don't warn her about your limits. "I... I need food," you reply. Quickly, upon seeing her brow furrow, you add, "to keep coming, I meeeEEEan." Her thumb circles along the bottom of your sensitive cockhead, making coherent speech wildly difficult. "I caaaAaaaaAAAAn... may-aybe come like tha-at three per m-meal... meal?"

"That's insane... but why do I feel like an excited college student all over again when I taste your spunk, you horny little beast?"

"I-I... oh G-God-!" How is she so good at this?! Your dick throbs in her hand, readying to spew all over her waiting face, but she's quick enough to get her mouth open and over your crown. As much as you wish you wouldn't, you've no control over your own seed under such a brutal, arguably professional ****: you fill her mouth once again and, against your growing hatred for your attacker, revel in the sound of her swallowing. You finish, and she neither coughs nor chokes despite the haste of her drinking. Her sigh on your junk, hot and audible, keeps it erect even as your consciousness is threatened. "Please, I don't think I can make it past one more... I skipped dinner, so-!"

"Answer my question, then," she whispers with a smile. Her hand goes right back to work... and now her mouth engulfs your cock and her thumb as she abuses your painfully sensitive manhood.

The words cascade out of you in two big breaths, rapidly and barely intelligible. "JeEEESUS-! My cum is addi-addictive, like a ****, women can't get enoOOooough, drives them crazy, makes them my slaves when pregnant, usually makes them nice but, huuuh, you're clearly an exception, I mean- I'm sorry, please, don't make me come again-!"

"Are you hungry?" Her voice is mockingly innocent... but she hasn't released your dick from her hand, yet. You nod, thankful for the lesser stimulation... for the moment, you think you can survive- "Well you need to feed your master first, doggy." She takes you back down her throat, lets her fingers caress your balls... and sends her thumb into your taint, seeking and quickly finding your prostate through the flesh there, massaging it in a way you didn't even know was possible. This insane, three-pronged attack is too much, and your pleading becomes gibberish as you come yet again... and watch the world fade into shades.