Strict but with some mercy

Strict was the answer, taking her by **** from behind... it was too much to resist. You shoved her face-first onto the coffee table. Her cocktail dress rode up her thighs, bunching around her waist to expose her bare ass. The sight of her vulnerability, of her perfect ass waiting for you, sent a surge of raw lust through your veins. You dropped your boxers, letting your hard cock spring free, and positioned yourself behind her. Without warning, you plunged into her, sinking deep into her tight pussy. She cried out, a sharp, surprised gasp - a mix of pain, shock, and shame. You felt her inner walls clench around you, hot and slick, even though she was clearly not aroused yet.

Her arms shot forward, bracing herself against the edge of the table as you began to pound into her, your initial thrusts hard and deep. The coffee table scraped across the floor with each of your pistoning movements, creating a loud, rhythmic noise that drowned out her whimpers. Her breasts pressed against the polished wood, her back arching as you drove into her relentlessly. "Fuck, yes," you growled, leaning over her back, your breath hot against her ear. "This is what you get for questioning me. This is what happens when you dare insult me." Another particularly vicious thrust punctuated your words, drawing a louder, more pained gasp from her lungs. Unable to formulate a proper sentence, she merely nodded, her cheek still pressed flat against the surface of the table, tears streaming down her face.

She was a picture of submission and despair - sight that fueled your desire. You dug your fingers into the soft flesh of her hips, pulling her harder against you with every snap of your pelvis. "Do you feel it, Maisie?" you demanded, your voice harsh and ragged. "Can you feel how deep I am? Can you feel me stretching you open?" You angled your hips, aiming for a new spot that made her cry out, a high-pitched whimper escaping her lips. "Good. Because this is your life now. Being fucked how I want," you continued, your thrusts becoming erratic, driven purely by lust. "Being used whenever I need relief." The crude language spurred you on, your movements becoming faster, harder, more demanding. You could rely on the curse more, order something... but this rough, plain overpowering felt so viscerally right.

"Such a lucky little bitch," you slowed your movements, giving both of you a moment to breathe. "To have someone so obsessed with her. Most girls would kill for this attention. You played me for years. Made me dance like a monkey for your amusement. Well, I am still dancing but the music is mine. "

"Now, it is time to test your ass," you grinned as this idea came seemingly out of nowhere, "let's see if it is as tight as your cunt."

You pulled out to switch holes and saw some blood on your dick. It took your horny brain seconds to process - Of course, a broken hymen was an injury, and, yesterday, you did say that all damage would heal. The curse was taking things quite literally. Meaning, should you wish, you could constantly break her hymen anew. It was a funny detail to consider for later. Now, you were about to take another kind of her virginity. You press your tip against her anus, deliberately making her dread in the expectation.

"No! Please! Not there!" She screamed, trying to get away from you, her body tensing. But this only made you more determined. With one hand firmly on her lower back, holding her down, you pushed forward. Her tight ring of muscle resisted for a moment before giving way. She let out a scream as you entered her, the sound raw and pained. You felt the tightness, the resistance, and then the sudden yielding as you breached her. Her body jerked violently against the table, a choked scream emerging from her throat.

And this is when you felt some mental discomfort... You were doing it for the thrill of domination, for showing her that you are a man, for the very feeling of power... But causing her serious pain wasn't a part of what made it sweet. "Maisie, " you started, having trouble speaking coherently because of the approaching orgasm, "from now on, your body and mind will be more.. FUCK!... tolerant to physical pain."

Her body reacted instantly. As if a switch had been flipped, her anal passage relaxed, welcoming your cock to go deeper without reflexes of rejection. Her scream stopped abruptly, replaced by a surprised, involuntary sigh of something that might have been pleasure, even if a simple pleasure of relief.

"Better," you growled, slamming into her with renewed vigor. "Thank me, cunt!"

"Tha- thank you! Master!" she stammered, the words foreign and humiliating on her tongue. "Thank you!"

Hearing her call you ‘Master’ without even being told to do so, pushed you over the edge. A dozen seconds or so of rapid fucking later, with a final wild sound, you exploded inside her, flooding her insides. You stayed there for a long moment, panting heavily, your chest heaving against her back. Slowly, you withdrew, admiring your cum leaking from her abused asshole.

She rolled and collapsed onto the floor beside the coffee table, a pathetic, sobbing heap in a messed-up fancy dress. The sight was both pitiful and arousing. You were breaking her fast and the night had only begun.