Female Domination - The Making of a Slave. Part 10
Roman lay on the floor and watched as Anya, sprawled out above him, looked down at him with a satisfied smile, breathing heavily. The inside of her thigh was covered in writing from one of the pens that had been part of the gag bundle of pencils and pens in his mouth. His lips ached intensely from the strain at the corners of his mouth, his legs and arms had gone numb, the fingers on his hands were tingling, a noticeable rope burn had already appeared on his neck, his nose was severely reddened and seemed slightly swollen, and his eyes held fear and submission.
Anya looked at her bound victim and her lustful core began to rev up again. She stood up, silently left the room, and returned holding
a plastic mop, a knife, a glass, and a bottle of whiskey in her hands. Roman saw this and didn't understand what she intended to do next, but he continued to watch her, though it was difficult as his body was already barely obeying him. Anya unscrewed the brush from the mop, leaving a plastic stick in her hands. Then, setting it aside, she lifted Roman back onto his knees and sat in front of him on the armchair, spreading her legs wide again. Her pussy was also scarlet from chafing and resembled some kind of predatory animal whose owner was about to give the command "ATTACK." Anya cut the duct tape wrapped around Roman's head with the knife and freed his mouth, removing her sock and the gag of pens and pencils."I don't like your gag," said Anya. "Need to think of something else, I've already chafed my whole thigh."
"No gag," Roman spoke as soon as he had the chance. "I'll do whatever you say myself. No gag, it hurts, my lips are almost torn."
"Here, have a drink instead," she said, pouring whiskey into the glass and holding it to Roman's lips. Roman greedily drank the offered beverage and choked a little.
"Untie my hands, please," Roman asked Anya.
"Wait a bit."
"My whole body is numb..." he didn't get to finish, as she shoved the sock back into his mouth and wrapped the duct tape around his head again, but now the tape cut into the corners of his lips even more, and he lost the ability to speak once more.
Anya stood before him with her legs just as wide apart, took his head in both hands, tilted his face upward, and settled her pussy onto his nose again, starting to grind against it, finding the rhythm of her pleasure. Once more, Roman had to breathe intermittently, feeling that she could break his nose, which crunched under the pressure and friction. The pain was quite noticeable, and Roman, unable to bear it any longer, began trying to scream, but his cries were muffled by the gag, and only moans escaped.
These moans only excited Anya further, and she, completely unconcerned about Roman and his condition, continued to fuck his face, rubbing his nose against her lustful and insatiable clit and occasionally dipping it into her vagina, while she grabbed Roman by the ears, pulling his head. However, Anya felt her legs getting tired, and she became distracted by this fatigue; reaching the climax of an orgasm while standing would be difficult, so she decided to change position to lying down again. Letting go of his head and stepping slightly aside, she carelessly pushed Roman with her foot so he would fall to the floor, which he did. However, upon falling, Roman hit his eyebrow hard on the floor and felt his eye almost instantly begin to swell and close.
"Oh, fuck," Anya swore. "I didn't mean to..." After a moment's thought, she picked up the knife. "Seen Rocky? We'll let some of that blood out now," she said, lifting Roman back into a kneeling position and sitting in front of him on the armchair. "Don't squirm, or I'll poke your eye out," Anya said maliciously. Roman was too afraid to even move, let alone resist. Firstly, it was physically impossible, and secondly, if he jerked his head, he really could endanger his eye and, in general, anger his assailant. However, when she brought the knife to his eyebrow, he instinctively jerked his head back.
"Now everything's gonna be fucking awesome," Anya continued, getting up from the armchair, walking around to Roman's side, wrapping one arm around his neck, and pressing his head tightly against her so he couldn't jerk it anymore. With her other hand, she quite skillfully made a cut about three centimeters long on his skin. The accumulated blood under the skin gushed from the wound and covered half of Roman's face.
This sight excited Anya even more, and she imagined how well she had beaten him and was now forcing him to lick her. But you can't fool yourself, Anya thought, and decided to inflict a little more pain on him for her own gratification (in principle, she had already thought about this beforehand). She walked around behind him and tried to bend him over, placing his head on the armchair, but the noose around his neck began to choke Roman, and he started to suffocate and moan loudly. Moreover, getting him into a doggy-style position wasn't working due to the tension of the rope.
Bad thoughts about his asshole didn't leave him, but Anya had other plans in that regard. She stepped aside a little and forcefully whipped Roman's ass with the stick. From this unexpected blow, Roman's eyes almost popped out from the unbearable pain. He screamed as best he could, but the gag only produced desperate moans. The excitement that had left Anya immediately returned, and she struck his buttocks again with force. From this blow, Roman stretched out like a string, his legs trembled from the pain, and he finally turned to face her, shielding his buttocks from the next strike.
Before Anya's eyes appeared a bloodied face, in whose eyes was no longer fear but HORROR. This was exactly the look Anya had been aiming for. She grabbed him by the shoulders, laid him on the floor, then sat on his chest and, looking down directly into his eyes full of horror, began to masturbate. But when the climax approached her body, she again, bracing her hands on the floor, began to grind Roman's face with her pelvis as if wanting his skull to crunch, flattened against the floor. This was especially felt when she came impulsively.
After Anya came once again, she moved back to the armchair, which by then was covered in Roman's blood. Anya looked at Roman, who lay on the floor covered in blood, still bound and helpless, and at her own body, also covered in Roman's blood, and regretted that it was over, as she had come and basically didn't want any more. But she knew one thing: she had fulfilled her long-cherished dream of truly raping a guy. And that's exactly what had happened: first, she forced him to lick her, and now she had used him entirely as she pleased, with bruises, blood, moans, and horror in his eyes. She had no desire whatsoever to untie her new toy, she just didn't want to, and that was that!