Smile up at him

You smile up at Sam, his head framed by your calves. He returns the smile. More than that. His mouth curls up, opening to show a row of white teeth in an expression which might have been mistaken for a smile, but there is no mirth in his eyes. Amusement, perhaps, but not joy. Not the gentle smile of a lover sharing an intimate moment, but the half-eager, half-pitying grin of a predator who knows he's caught his prey. He gives you no time to consider his motives. He rams forward, sinking the thick length of his cock all the way inside you in one brutal thrust. It knocks the wind from you, which comes out half as a horrified cry, half as a moan.

Of course, Sam does not stop at just one thrust. Again and again and again he pounds you, leaning forward to put more pressure on your body. You barely find opportunities to breathe under the onslaught, let alone do anything to stop it. He moves like a jackhammer, faster than you would have thought possible, not holding back at all. His sweat rains down on you as he lets himself fall forward further, placing his hands beside your shoulders and getting an even better angle to continue his unrelenting ****.

{if Frustrated = true}You are completely lost. Unable to move, unable to think. All there is, is the slap-slap-slap of his flesh on yours, and the indescribable heights to which his cock stokes the fires raging within you. So consumed by him already, you hardly even notice when he stiffens and cums into you. You are no more enslaved to his will after as you were just before, no more helpless before him, no more dedicated to his pleasure alone. Nothing really changed, even as everything did.{else}You try to tell him to stop, to remind him of the GAME. You try to tell yourself it would make any difference. Regardless, nothing escapes your mouth except ragged gasps. There is a brief flash of terror as Sam erupts into you, but it is washed away in an instant as absolute, unthinking devotion to your Master takes over. It hurts when Master falls down on you, panting, trapping your legs between your bodies, stretching them farther than they ought to be able to and making breathing even more difficult. It does not matter. You feel all of Master's skin against all of yours, and so there is nothing that could possibly make the moment any better, save that it would last forever. As far as the Cindy who once was is concerned, it did.{endif}