Helplessness

'Hey, I think she's finally enjoying it.'

No, no you weren't. Gwen was pushing too hard, too quick. You weren't ready. You were squirming in your chains.

'Think she's ready?' The deep voice of Patrick said again.

'Hmmm. I don't know yet.'

'Come on G, we've been at it for hours.'

'Yeah, but she's just so thight. I want her to enjoy...'

Suddenly the hands are gone. You hear something fall on the ground.'

'Hmpp.' You try to protest. Patrick couldn't take you. Everything still hurt so much. You couldn't get pregnant. Not here, not with the scary bodybuilder.

At the toucht of the huge bulk you had seen when you had come in, your cunt gushes out more cum for him.

His husky voice laughed. 'Look at that. I'm taking her.'

And he did. It the gagg wan't in your mouth you would have bitten of your tongue. If your legs weren't restrained, you would have kicked him.

He was tearing you open. Your screames became cries when he intensified his rithm. They were breeding you.

No, you didn't want to stay like this. You had... you were...

Turned on, but not able to admit it.