First night.

"You bought yourself a rough time with that break for it, darling." Mark walked around her as he spoke. "But I really would have been disappointed by anything less. A little more planning, a little more patience, though."

"You bastard, you killed her!" She raged back.

"And it shames me to have done so. But that is what we do. If I had fought better, or if Thomas hadn't been down, or if you had never decided to hole up in that basement, she wouldn't be dead." He stepped in close behind her, gripping her hips powerfully in his hands, pressing her ass up against his groin. "Welcome to the war, dear."

She wrenched wildly about, trying to position herself to strike at him again. Mark stepped back out of her range again. Her long, strong body writhed as she tried to keep him at a distance. Dark, thick, wavy hair lashed about her face and across her smooth back, muscles rippling as she swung her free arm and hips. Her ass was lovely and round, and she had large but not disproportionate breasts with small, dark nipples. They bounced wildly as she thrashed at him. He stepped in and rapped the taut muscles of her stomach and her writhing increased in energy. He stepped in again, slapping her across a breast with a stinging blow.

When she finally paused, he circled around behind her again, done talking. He stepped in behind her and reached his right arm around her hips, just brushing the top of a thin fuzz at her sex. He rubbed his groin against her ass, and she reached her right arm across to try to hit him. He grabbed the free arm with his left hand and kept a hold of it as she thrashed again, now entirely restrained unless she hung her weight off her bad arm. He slid his hand down from her hips between her legs, catching two fingers in her slit before she could tighten her legs. Despite her efforts he used them to pull her hips forward, dragging her out to the end of her chain. With a sharp jerk he wrenched her bad arm again, then quickly reached up and uncoupled the manacle. Her arm fell free and hung helplessly at her side.

He pushed her up against one of the walls of the iron room, then secured her in place. When he was done, she was held fast at the neck, wrists, and ankles. He grabbed her chin firmly and made her look at him. "This isn't a necessity, unless you make it so. Behave, and things are better. Continue, and things are... not better." He pushed her head away, finally ready to enjoy her.

His hands slid up her thighs, his fingers brushing across the edges of her ass as he finally took a moment to really appreciate her figure. She wasn't quite a lovely woman- her face was strong and sharp, not comely- but her body was a thing of beauty, firm and smooth and muscular. His hands made their way up to her stomach and he ran them across it with the lightest of touches. He kissed her neck around the iron hoop that held it in place, and she shuddered and pulled to the side. Again, he drove a fist into her stomach. She gasped and sobbed for breath, but he ignored her as his hands slid up to grasp her large, full breasts, tugging lightly on them. His grip left light welts that faded as soon as his fingers released them. He pinched a nipple and she gasped again.

Sliding off his shirt and trousers, he rubbed his stiffening member against her thigh. The downside of this aspect of the iron room was that it prohibited him from doing anything that wouldn't get her pregnant. Mark would be satisfied with that for tonight. He rubbed his cock on her, enjoying the smoothness of her inner thighs, and soon he was hard enough to continue. He rubbed the tip of his cock against the outside of her pussy, fingering her clit with his other hand. She began to twitch uncontrollably as her body took over and her mind fought back. Soon, though, her lips were puffy and moist, and Mark slid in with a grunt. She fit around him like a glove, and he pressed up against her body, thrusting in and out of her. Her body bounced slightly in the restraints and his hands gripped her breasts, massaging her soft flesh. Soon her nipples were hard under his palms and he began to pay some attention to them as well. Suddenly he reached up and gripped her head through her hair, pulling her mouth to his, driving his tongue deep into her mouth. As his rhythm accelerated, he kept her lips pressed to his, kneading a nipple with his other hand. Her breath came in short, sharp jerks, rising in pitch with a combination of horror and pleasure. As she came closer to orgasm Mark released his own self-control and drove himself into her, pumping into her pussy. She gasped once or twice more and leaned towards him as he pulled away before realizing she would not be satisfied. Her wrists fought the restraints as she tried to reach down to finish herself, but she remained caught and tortuously excited. Mark left her there for a moment and stepped back.