Struggle; For fun.

You want more. More pleasure, more hurt. You want to give him a reason to use those muscles and put you in your place. You want him to utterly crush you, and he can't take away all hope of escape if you don't try to run.

And so you begin to thrash and claw, trying to dislodge yourself from his grip. You even try to pull your head down, which only causes your tie to be pulled tighter, completely cutting off your air supply. None of it gets you any further away. For all your straining Mr Williams can practically paralyse you just by thrusting harder, the hand on your hip digging into your soft, honey toned flesh so much that each finger creates a point of pain that shoots up your spine.

That's when the spanking starts. Those five points of pressure suddenly vanish and his solid hand comes crashing down upon your soft rump. You try to scream but you don't have the air, and the pressure on your throat turns what little sound you do make into a thin gasp. The beating your rump takes comes with a practised ease, it's clear that Mr Williams has not been living in celibacy in the absence of his wife. The ferocity of the spanking does nothing to disrupt the fucking he's giving you, even with his pull on your tie being the only hold he physically has on you now. There's no way to know how many young girls he's broken just like this, but your soft mind has no chance of thinking on it. Lacking in air, wracked with euphoria and pain, all struggling and thinking has come to a halt as you are finally driven and broken into the helpless wreck you wanted to be. Your orgasm is silent as your body shudders and your airless lips flap helplessly. Everything is fire and lightning as your vision blurs towards the dark. Distantly you feel Mr Williams expand and spasm inside of you, your body suddenly being pulled upright as he comes with a deep predator growl. The tie is at last released and his fingers instead close around your neck, **** and controlling you far more intimately. You're too far gone to realise the grip is lighter though, that air is slowly seeping back into your body as you whimper and pant. You just enjoy the feeling of his powerful fingers about your slender neck.

Slowly, gently, he lowers you to the bed and releases you. You lie there panting, your vision still swimming as he pulls out and admires your exhausted, helpless form. Every part of your body feels limp and you can't move, a drunken smile creeping up your face as you enjoy it. Mr Williams comes to loom over you, presenting his cock to your lips. You're oh so tired, but you can see and smell the mix of your sexes, and the streaks of blood from where he tore through your hymen. It's a once in a lifetime cocktail and you can't pass it up, struggling to lift your head enough to place your lips against his shaft. Your tongue rolls out lazily and you sigh dreamily as you pull the still hard shaft into your hot little mouth. You want to say something, but words, even the capacity for speech, seem so far beyond you right now. Instead with dreamy little noises you fellate Mr Williams, unaware of the moment you stopped moving and faded into unconsciousness.