You Resist Him

You shake your head. "Please," you beg. "Please, don't--"

The collar goes off. It's a high setting, and the pain from it has you down on the ground. "You're clearly having trouble getting your head around what slavery means." As you pull yourself from the floor, the guard presses a few buttons on his armor. The suit's arms pop free from its torso, and he removes them, revealing well-honed muscles. The armor's torso opens along his sides, and he pulls it off. His chest and abs are muscular, powerful. He undoes his belt, and removes the lower half of his armor. It's only natural that he would have a bigger cock than you. It's around 8 inches long. Reasonably thick, with a well shaped helmet head, and not much foreskin. It's already erect. He sits on the bed, thighs spread. "Let's see what you can do with that mouth of yours," he says. His member stands tall, waiting for your service.

"Please," you sob. "Please use me for something else. I understand that I'm a ****, but please, use me for something else."

He shakes his head. "You clearly don't understand." He activates the collar again, on the highest setting so far. This has you writhing on the floor. The pain is still pulsing through you while he grabs your hands. You struggle, but he forces your wrists against your back and places handcuffs on you. He sits back down on the bed. "You don't make choices like that. You are going to obey." He grabs you by the hair and forces your mouth onto his cock, which he pushes deep into your throat.

His cock is salty. Maybe it's sweat. Riley's would be especially salty whenever he'd been especially active. Whatever this soldier has been doing all day, he hasn't been sedentary. At least it's not that dirty.

With one hand on your hair and the other on the back of your head, he forces your mouth up and down, over his cock. You have to fight the instinct to clinch your teeth in pain, because you don't want to find out what he'd do to you if you bit him.

He fucks your throat for several minutes. By the time he lets go of your head, it's agonizingly sore. You pull it away from his crotch and gasp for air, but he was just re-adjusting his grip before shoving your mouth back against his crotch. "Like my balls," he says. You don't. The collar goes off. He grabs you again. "Do it," he says. You lean forward. You stick your tongue out, and drag it across his sack once before you go back to hyperventilating. He shocks you again. "Fine," he says. "Be like that." He stands up. He grabs you, and bends you over the bed. You try to struggle, but even without the armor enhancing his strength, he has no trouble overpowering you. He rips open the drawer next to the bed, and pulls out a bottle. He spends a second lubing up his cock, then he lines it up against your entrance, and thrusts inside, balls deep from the word go. You clinch with everything you have to try to **** him out, but that only makes it hurt more.

He grips your cheeks. His thrusts grow more forceful. His hands move up and down your sides. The not-so-gentle squeezes match the rhythm of his thrusts, each of which is harder and more painful than the last. It hurts so much that you wonder if it's worse than the collar, but it's not, and you know that even if you do something that gets him to activate the collar, he's still going to fuck you raw. He grips your cheeks and doubles his speed. Your every breath is heavy now. They're getting quicker.

After several more minutes, he's pounding you as fast as he can. His breaths are getting shaky. His moans, louder. Then it happens. He plants himself as deep inside you as he can, and his seed launches into you. "Yes!" he shouts. "Gods yes!" His orgasm lasts half a minute, and he's huffing the whole time.

When he's done, he pulls out of you. "That was alright, despite your best efforts," he says. He pulls back his hand, and slaps your ass, hard. "I think someone is going to have a nice time with those holes of yours, whether you like it or not." He pulls your legs up, and sets you on the bed. He lies down next to you, and pulls you close. He's cuddling you. You didn't want him to want to cuddle you.