Yes, he wants you.

You breathe an enormous sigh of relief. It feels as if an enormous weight has been lifted from your slender shoulders. You aren’t going to fight anymore. The tremendous responsibility that the gypsy curse has saddled you with is no longer yours to bear. It now rests with the man who has already covered the insides of your mouth and ass in his cum.

Another tear runs down your cheek, brought on by relief this time. You’d never realized how much stress you carried with you because of this. And the fact that he hasn’t already slammed his cock between your legs allows the brief flutter of hope that he may do the right thing after all.

“Think about it,” you say meekly, as much to yourself as to him, “The wretchedness of it all. I would be an obedient, little, nympho **** for the rest of your life. **** to eagerly obey any sick, twisted idea that enters your mind. No drop of your seed would ever go to waste again. My worshiping your cock would be the last thing you experience when you fall asleep each night and the first thing you experience every morning… forever.”

You’re shaken from your thoughts suddenly as something hot and wet splatters against your exposed stomach. Glancing down, you are momentarily confused to see cum running down your skin. A part of you is repulsed. Another part sinks even deeper into despair; you’ve learned so much today that you can now identify cum by sight alone. How far you’ve fallen. A moment later you realize what happened. You potential master had an orgasm just THINKING about having you for a ****. In fact, had you been just a few inches taller or he a few inches shorter, you’d be his **** right now.

“Oops,” he says in a tone full of lust, “look what you did with all your sweet talk. You really DO want to be my cock whore, huh?” You fight back a sob as the familiar weight starts to settle back onto your shoulders again.

You watch meekly as he takes one of your hands by the wrist and raises it to your tummy. Using your own hand he smears the fresh cum onto your fingers before he raises your hand towards your face. For an instant you gaze forlornly as the milky liquid running down your fingers before you turn your head away in disgust. You know what’s coming.

“Look at me, pet,” he commands gruffly, “I want to see you become my belonging.” You fight back a sob as you turn back to stare into his eyes. Slowly, deliberately, he lowers your hand back down between you and eases it under your skirt. You’ve never felt so scared in your life. You’re about to lose everything that makes you ‘Emily.’ No more free will. No more friends. No more life. Just this man… and his huge, dirty cock. And worst of all: some portion of you is secretly enjoying this. Maybe it’s the fact that you’ve always known you would have to be chaste; or maybe your adventures this morning have already tainted you more than you realize. Either way, it’s strange that at a moment when your life is about to end; you’ve never felt so… alive!

Well Emily? Is this really what you want? Aren’t you going to fight back? Isn’t SOMETHING going to happen?!