Maid or Slave? (Viktoff&DangerousDanielle)

The flyer was nothing much more than a cheap printed paper that could have been printed at any local library. Nothing much more than a requirement sheet, the list was fairly demanding when it came to gender, height, shape, hair, etc. But for a posting looking to employ a live in maid, the only thing listed about the job was an hourly rate, the 'Upon arrival' start date and an address. No mention of any experience requirements, or courses completed or even education levels. It was pretty much an open letter to have an at least somewhat attractive woman swing by an address to do... Things? Provided 'live in maid' was on the flyer, one would assume the responsibilities would include cleaning. Yet, none were listed or soecified. How bizarre. Given that it wasn't exactly against the law to post up a paper in public domain, and it wasn't breaking any rules to hire who you want to in a private business sense, the attention of the authorities was rightly delegated elsewhere.

The adress would lead to what would seem to be an apartment building. It was tall, right in the middle of the city, and each room sort of appeared to be similar to apartments when one could catch a peek into them on the upper floors. The old apartment building was purchased by a small private business with unknown assets. The name of that business wasn't public, and those who worked for that business must be few in number as almost any search into it draws a complete blank. All that is known is that lights come on in various rooms, here and there. A handsome man with blond hair, black clothes and a lean tall body type answers the door, but often shuts it without a word. And the plumbing and wiring and carpentry tasks along with it's wifi are all regularly updated and kept running by private contractors. What a doubly bizarre place.

In reality, this building serves as an incredibly low key temporary housing for persons of interest and wealthy individuals. The blond man, often wearing black trousers and an unbuttoned black dress shirt withiut shoes or socks who opens the door, is the owner of both the business that purchased the property and the proberty today. A millionare by birthright, royalty in his blood, genius and somewhat of a kinkfiend, James is likely the most charming and handsome entrepreneur your average citizen couldn't possibly know a thing about. How and when the guests of his strange apartment complex ever arrive or leave is a trade secret, so well kept that the public isn't even aware that the building is serving such a function at all.

Today was just like every other early Saturday. With no windows in the reception hall behind the front pair of doors, James sat comfortably behind the large black and hazel wooden and stone desk. His immaculate clean bare feet proped up on a box ontop of the desk. He was well reclined in the black cozy armchair behind that desk, angled to face the 90+ inch flat screen television on the wall to his right. Some blabbering about terrorist attacks and presidential candidates was all the news lady could come up with, no more interesting go James than children shows to tired hard working adults. Not that James was much of either of those things. Suddenly, the sound of the ringer being pressed at the front door had startled him into an upright position. The ringer was just abnormally so damn loud, and he often went many days in a row without it being pressed.

Standing, the six foot tall blond, devilishly handsome male would make his way across the hall. His slender pale hands lifted his silky black dress pants to his waist, the velvety unbottoned dress shirt hung open to show his defined chest. His skin was so pale, even his showing left nipple was a frosty light pink. Even with how pale it was, every inch of him was so firm and smooth and obviously warm to the touch. His face was fairly well defined too, he was well shaven and appeared youthful with not so thin lips and bright deep blue eyes that poked out around his blond bangs. He opened the door with a confident smile, eyeing over the lass who stood before him. Clearly, he was waiting politely for her to explain herself.

Veronica was in dire straights.....the recent recession caused a massive elimination of a dozen jobs, and the 27 year old light haired brunette never seen the inside of a college, save maybe a couple frat parties she was invited to, and to be blunt, she wasn't invited for her mathmatic skills. She was one of a handful of secretaries that found herself on the unemployment line and her rent was due in 3 weeks.
Veronica could have invited friends to share the rent, but it was only a one bedroom and truth be told, she had let someone stay for 2 weeks....it was the longest 2 weeks of her adult life.

She got in the shower, eyes closed as the warm spray cascaded down her face, flowed down between her ample 36D breasts and dripped off her freshly shaved vagina. After a while, she turned it off, toweled herself dry and flopped on the bed on her belly, laptop open and began chatting to a friend on Facebook. Her attention span waning quickly, she caught sight of the flyer she saw in the laundrymat after taking it off the board yesterday.

"hmmm," she murmered aloud...."hey, fuck it, I can do the maid thing.....especially if it gives me a place to live...."
Veronica left the paper on the bed as she got dressed. It was pretty vague but as they say, first impressions are the best so she decided to dress conservatively. Rummaging through the dresser, she came out with her black 4" heels, tan lid thigh skirt---form fitting but not sluttishly tight---a pink blouse and a black lace plunge bra with matching panties underneath. One more mirror check and she was off....

Veronica arrived at a nicely maintained apartment building....ringing the doorbell, she was greeted by a rather handsome gentleman wearing obviously expensive clothing.

"I....my name is Veronica," she said almost in a stammer......"I'm here for the maid position...."

James was certainly an unusual sight himself, but this Veronica-lady wasn't hard on the eyes, either. His smile grew as she mentioned the maid position. It wasn't visible on his face, but he was so very bored and lonely here. The occasional guest that was the least bit social was rather nice, but James, needed to exert his built up desires on a woman. And here one was. A tinsy tiniest bit older woman who was desperate enough to actually take up the offer on one of the three flyers he ever actually printed. She made for obvious prey, not that James was going to reveal his hand of cards this early in the game. "You seem fairly well dressed, Veronica. And since I get a good vibe from you, you're hired. Right this way." He'd usher her in with a long, black sleeved, fairly defined arm. The movement was so crisp, a corny move made so charming by his extraterrestrial eyes and smile.

The front door would be shut behind her as a mechanical sound would signify the automated lock. "Don't worry, all doors remain unlocked from the inside. Every bathroom, room and even these front doors. Leaving is as easy was walking out the door. Provided that my clientele are a rather cautious, very mvp bunch, the purpose of this, building is to provide luxury and privacy. You'll find this place to be quite a different experience, even when compared to five star hotels." He explained calmly, naturally. Not like a business man who has rehersed the lines over and over like a robot. He continued walking up the long hall and stopping before the receptionist desk he was previously lounging at. The way they were facing, the front door was behind them and the television was to their left. On the right was a cheesy but atmospheric chinese wishing fountain. Hand-chiseled square stones line and define the fountain as a jet at the bottom forces the water to shoot upward and fall back down into the fountain. At the bottom of that water was assorted quarters. Against the walls that faced the desk, the same wall the hall, ended at, two mini couches, like long armchairish benches, sat on each side.

Without waiting a moment longer than it would take for her to see such details, James would walk to their left side of the desk where another hallway lead to three elevators, a staircase was on the rightside of the desk, But James felt rather lazy. Pressing the button to the middle elevator, sounds quickly made their way to their ears. Machinery, but not eary annoying sounds. The elevator door opened to a large elevator, which was, fitting for the space between each elevator. The numbers for each floor, leading up to floor nine, were seemingly carved in bubble shapes on the elevator's wall. The number one was filled with a red light, but James pressed his index finger gently over the number two which was above it. The once unlit number two lit up with white immediately, it was almost like a touch screen display. "Come along now, I'll show you to your reserved room." He vocally suggested she should join him on the elevator, even though the situation and previous subtext should have made such a move obvious, he just loved telling her what to do, even if he wasn't being stern or yelling it.

In a matter of seconds, the door shut and they quickly arrived at floor two. Stepping out, he pointed to a door that was unmarked to their right. "That's the staircase." He spoke bluntly, then pointing to the unmarked door to their left. "That's the supplies closet, each floor has one. A trash compactor, access to the chutes that leads to the laundry room, and the chute to the dumpster outside, behind rhe building. I'll get you the keycard that grants you access to those rooms." He spoke rather naturally still, as if she wasn't exactly his millionth employee or something. He continued to walk, but only a few more steps to the room marked '200' on the left. "The first number stands for the floor, the first two rooms, of each floor, on the left then right, are rooms zero zero and room zero one respectively." He did enjoy using non-casual English, at times. His time spent around college folk was also short, but for the opposite reason. "There are forty rooms on each floor, ten large rooms, fifteen normal, ten small or pet rooms, and five smoking rooms. With the first room on each floor being room zero, this makes the final room number thirty nine." Some of it was self explanatory, but he felt it was fairly necessary.

After retrieving what would appear to be a white-backed playing card, James held it to the door lock. It was apparent that both sides were completely white. He pushed the door open to a large suite room, the only modifications being a kinky short skirted yet somewhay traditional black and white maid outfit hung up in the window, and there only being one bed. It was quite spacious with everything one could need or want for. "Welcome to your room." James spoke with his same casual smile before setting the keycard on the counter and stepping in. He sat at the foot of the bed, looking out the large window at the other buildings in the city. "That there is your uniform. It is to be worn as-is." He smirked and closed his eyes. "Don't worry, there's a bra on the same hanger, it's hiding in the top."

The apartment complex seemed to open up even larger and more expansive as she walked in. This wasn't an ordinary groupings of apartments, she noticed, but more like an old hotel-slash-social club, the kind used by men only associations a century ago before the equal rights groups pounded the pavement in protest.
The staircases...fountains.....elevators......the entire layout was rather impressive and at first Veronica wondered if she had bitten off more than she could chew, but it wasn't the first housekeeping job she ever had......

The gentleman opened the door to her living quarters. It resembled a hotel room but was equipped with everything, plasma flat screen TV, mini fridge, dresser, bed.....and hanging up was a black and white maids outfit. Veronica let out a involuntary giggle....she had seen outfits like that in cartoons and even a porn vid or two, but wasn't sure if anyone still used them. It had a matching black band choker collar, a little white mini apron in the front around the waist that was obviously designed more for look than actual use. It had dainty frills along the shoulder and the bottom of the skirt had fluffy black lace.

Her new employer went outside her room but didin't leave down the hall, so Veronica correctly assumed he was waiting for her to put the outfit on. The dress was a bit shorter than she would have liked, the bottom of the outfit only around 6 inches or so from her ass cheeks. At first she thought possibly the uniform had shrunk, but the bra was her size-----was it a coincidence that it was a 36D, her actual size?-----and the top of the uniform fit her perfectly, albeit a bit tight, just enough for her breasts to fit without sag. The uniform, she noticed, although equipped with a bra didin't have panties so she left hers on, a pair of black lace bikinis......

When the outfit was on, she went to the mirror and turned around....holy shit, she noticed....any degree of bending would result in her panties showing....was her employer some sort of voyeur or something?

Veronica called out, "ok, I guess I'm ready....what do you think?", then opened the door and stood in front of the man....

A smirk appeared across his face. James eyed her over before stepping into her room and locking the door behind him with both mechanisms, making it a timely action to try to leave the room should she try. "I didn't know you'd be so sexy in that get up. Yes, official uniform that you have to wear-For sure." He remarked as though he were making up rules as he went. Moving to sit on the foot of her bed again, he kept eyeing her over like a piece of juicy meat. His deep ocean eyes had a sort of glimmer to them as it was clear his imagination was running overtime.

"Now to come clean about a few details that didn't make it onto the flyer." He stated boldly, looking to her breasts now. They were just so big and perfect. "These are more like apartments than hotel rooms. As such, you won't be walking into other rooms while they are occupied to clean up." He made it seem as though there wouldn't be much to her job. "So aside from keeping your room clean, cleaning messes in the halls, and fixing up rooms after my clients check out, you won't have many hours. Especially since my clients are mostly a clean bunch. To make sure I pay you a livable wage, I'll have you dust off my perfectly clean desk when I lounge around in the mornings, and you will allow me to make use of your body however I see fit."

James admitted to the sexual nature pf her responsibilities as his employee. "Let's begin with some training, shall we?" His probing look of deep lewdness had shifted to a more playful smile as he revealed the two items that were in his front pockets. It was a ball gag and handcuffs. Crossing the room to catch her in his arms, he worked her into the handcuffs to bind her hwnds, behind her back, by force if he had too. Up next, he guided her to bend over the foot of the bed before pulling the ballgag into her mouth and clamping it over her nice, clean hair. "Hmm? Does Veronica like feeling so powerless? If she doesn't now, she will soon enough." He spotted her panties and the bottom of her ass since she was bent all the way forward and the skirt rode way up. With a hand on her back to keep her in place, he grinned wildly. His free hand drew close as he ran his finger tips over the crotch of her panties from just under her ass, and between her legs. "Panties aren't part of the uniform, I'll have to punish you for that!" He spoke with a playful sort of deep, dark tone. It was a little jarring for most, but it would definitely strongly force sensations out of the core of a deeply submissive person.

Veronica was nodding her head in agreement to everything her new employer had said, right up until he mentioned using her....
she looked at him with puzzling eyes, not sure if she heard it correctly.
"Uh....use me?," she replied.....the job obviously would make for a decent career move, not to mention possible fringe benefits, but suddenly it seemed like it waqs her employer what would be enjoying the perks of the job.

Again, when he mentioned training, Veronica assumed incorrectly he was referring to training for her actual job duties. She let out a gasp when she saw some items in his hand, recognizing them immediately.....cuffs? a gag? what kind of job WAS this, anyway????
She had second thoughts. "Sir, I don't know what kind of girl you thought I was," she stammered, backing away form him as he approached.....next thing she knew, her wrists were locked behind her back and she was pushed over the foot of the bed....

"please....No....N----'MMMMMMMPH!!!!"
The ballgag prevented another word.....Veronica stayed in position, embarrassed as she felt her skirt rise, knowing only her flimsy panties stood in the way of his advances.
She moaned as he felt his way around her womanhood.....

The sweet moment of relieve, when he laid his large bulge against her ass and reached forward to snag the ballgag into her mouth, such epic relief. When her dull, unappreciative voice was cut off by loud, but sufficiently muffled sound, it just felt so right. Now his big strong hands kept her in place, more than capable of keeping her in place should she actually try to wriggle free. Slowly, he undid his belt, peeling down his black pants and revealing and impossibly horse-like cock that suddenly pressed into her covered pussy as he retrieved his fingers. There was just so much man ontop her, all in one firm and commanding package. "You know? If you were an obedient girl, I wouldn't have done you up like this. It isn't too late, but I'll be claiming you hard and fast anyway."

He had whispered darkly in her ear while rubbing his precum moisted cock tip into her thin panties and against her little cute sex.

Effortlessly, with one hand, he yanked her panties down to her knees. Both hands on her nice ass, her handsome and very rape-y employer began to hard fondle her. Squeezing them together, pulling them apart, all like she wasn't more than an object he owned now. And what was best about it, was how he leaned over her to lick behind her ears as he had. "I find that the quickest way to dissolving anyone's pride is to turn their asshole into your own, premuim creme filled donut. Do you agree?" He let a hand slip up to her chest. His body laid into her's as he circled her nipple from over her clothes until it was nice and hard and he pinched it. His warm breaths still landed in her hair and neck and behind her ears.
Tugging on her nipple a bit, he smiled wide. It was time to begin truly training his new maid to suit all of his needs.

Sitting up over her ass, he dragged her up the bed and got to his knees over her. One hand on her face, moving the gag ball around and messing with it with his finger tips as he held her cheek, the other holding his cock. With a grip on his massivr dick, he pressed his tip to her unprotected asshole, wondering if anybody has ever sodomized this sexy bitch beneath him. He hoped not, his size, while far too much as it were, would be so much more breath-taking if if were the first to travel up this end. A hot, sticky, large and almost rounded like a ball, cock head pressed hard against her asshole and between her ass cheeks. "Don't fight it, it won't hurt if you relax." Lukas whispered, almost as if he cared. With hard presses and some nice little juices from his cock tip as lube, the head began to spread the entrance to her asshole, with or without her will.

"What a tight little hole, here... Deep breath." He tried to help her out with some instruction before he plunged all of himself down into her depths with one hard, demanding thrust. Laying over her, he toyed with her asshole by only pulling a few inches out, slamming them back in, and repeating. Forcing her to feel his strength, his hard hips and abdomen against her, and maybe even his sack on her thighs. After several more bedshaking, breath-taking, toe curling bolts of thrusts into her, he undid the ballgag. Letting it fall to the bed, he took some of her hair into his left hand. A tight grip pulled her hair until she was forced to feel the pain or raise her head up off the bed like he wanted. A sinister grin crossed his face as he pulled all the way back with his hips and slammed her with just too much fat dick down inside her tight little asshole. Over and over, raw so she feel everything, every little ounce of her asshole's once strong resistance now being plowed over and her asshole being freely fucked by her hung employer. "Whose a good girl, hmm?" He teased.

At 27, Veronica was far from being a virgin----truth be told, she lost it at the hands of a High School Junior at 16---but she felt like she waqs untouched all over again the way the man was pinning her up against the bed.....'claiming her'? what kind of job WAS this, anyway?

All she was thinking of now was that she should quickly reconsider her employment and somehow make it to the door, but the sheer strength of the man pinned her up against the bed....she let out a muffled groan of protest as she felt his throbbing rock hard cock pushing up against her panties.....up until know, Veronica had always refused guys the use of her ass, an unspoken taboo in her mind, a feeling that there was certain parts of the human body that should be left alone for the sake of it's own functions.
Her employer however was viewing her tanned and pert ass differently......

"MMMMMMMMPH!!!!" she moaned out as she felt her panties slide down....hands were now everywhere, exploring her, claiming her....she felt him knead her ass cheeks, taunting her as he pushed the head of his cock up tight against her puckered rosebud....hands moving up inside her uniform to fondle her more than ample tits, to twist and pull on her nipples.....
Veronica was indeed in the process of being claimed, just as the man said she was.....

A minute later, she was pulled up onto the bed and forced to lay on her belly. Veronica tried to struggle, to wriggle free but the man by now was already on his knees on top of her....she could barely feel her panties now down to her ankles as he mounted her, his words of caution and advice meaning little to her as she continued to squirm.....no matter how badly she needed employment, no job was worth this!

Suddenly, a pain like she never before experienced went through her, literally.....her ass felt like it was beinf forced apart, her anal membrane stretched beyond limits.....she was being buttfucked for the first time in her life!
Veronica grunted and moaned as he slammed his cock deep into her, thrusting like a ravenous animal, claiming her ass for his own.....nothing could have prepared her for this kind of onslaught, her tightness seeming to only add fuel to his sexual fire...

"UUUUUUUGH!!!.....UUUUUUUGH!" was all she could say once the gag was popped out of her mouth....it was impossible to squeak out any dialogue while her ass was being so brutally abused.....finally all resistance ceased as she laid there, wincing, groaning.....

Her ass was so so tight. The experience of her rear hole, the nice tanned and toned ass around it, proved almost too much for James as he shut his eyes and kept his big smile. If James could keep this feeling, that sight forever, he would. The way her voice shot outward was very interesting. Earlier, when he first teased her womanhood with his fingertips, there was definitely a sound there. A sound that isn't very much like the kind of sounds she made around the gag, or even now. Her raised voice and wincing didn't slow him down, at first. There is an exciting amount of control that comes with how bound someone is beneath oneself, and with the handcuffs, she was nothing short bound.

With her little to no resistance, he laid over her and slid all of his manhood into her again. This time it was slow, softer, and he paused with his body slowly moving to lay over her. His hand guided her head to shift so that her cheek was available to him, his lips kissing to her neck as his hands slid under her clothes to fondle her breasts again. This time, he pulled her bra down and out after undoing it. Slowly, his hips began to move again, making her feel his inch after inch after inch of pure monstrous cock slither back and then forward into her again. "Oh, c'mon. It isn't a first day on the job isn't getting fucked in the ass, no?" He chuckled softly as he began to cuddle against her.

James wanted to emphasize her powerlessness as he continued his movements with an aim to make her feel all of it, hopefully with the pain subsiding. He wondered what lay inside this blonde bombshell just beyond her outer layer. He knew he wouldn't give her up, having this woman dressed like a slutty maid and sucking him off at the desk would always be worth the money to him. He just had to further break her in, break down any pride. This was intention with shoving his mass inside her ass, it was the window to anyone's pride. No one can be perfectly prideful and determined when they are handcuffed and buttfucked.

He smirked, continuing his slow anal dominance display over her as he slipped his arms beneath her and her clothes again to play with her breasts and nipples. They felt great in his hands, so perfectly wonderful as he pinched the nipples hard and ran fingertips over them over and over. "Tell me how it feels, now? Is there much of a difference?"

At first, Veronica was too shocked and taken off guard by this sudden onslaught to put up little more than token resistance.....she landed a job as a housemaid and instead of performing cleaning duties, here she was, her skirt up, her panties down and HANDCUFFED!!! not to mention the fact that her employer was busy hammering his cock deep in her tight virgin ass!!!!

She was pressed down into the mattress with his weight on top of her with no hope of escape....she was pulling against her handcuffs, but it was useless to try and wriggle out from beneath him, expecially with his cock impaling her like she was being spitroasted.....

"PLEASE.....WHAT...'UUUUUGH!' ARE YOU DOING?," she yelled out, wincing...."please.....'UUUUUUGH!'....let me go....!"

Veronica had seen porn videos before but nothing could prepare her for the pain and humiliation she was experiencing.....
She could barely feel his strong hands roaming inside her dress, exploring her tits, tweaking her nipples....

"I'll leave a nice and sticky advance pay up this stubborn hole of yours." He spoke softly into her ear as he continued slow, deep, sensually raping her asshole. While she wasn't exactly wimpy or fluff, James was certainly the right kind of male to keep her subdued. Her writhing was nothing beneath his firm yet cuddly body. His hips continued to roll against her, his every inch still keeping her wide open while every single centimeter of her anal walls tightly pulled against his cock to finally shut completely. No good, he was too hard, too big, like as if he were built of simply far superior materials. She was like ham to his polished stone. And yet, she was still perfect. Not an ounce of girl was apparent as her womanly details were seen, fondled, pinched or put on display beneath him. Nothing short of pure and raw woman. And she wasn't out of youth either, seemingly ideal, thus far.

"Hmm, maybe it will take a lot more punishment to bust you in right. Darling, do you not realize that you are mine yet?". He spoke. "I intend to keep you and house you, and buy you clothes and food all the while you play a happy doll for my monster cock, and love it." He chuckled to her futile resistance. "But, go on candyass. Why don't you go ahead and make me stop, if you really do have any illusions of freedom. Face it. Your body and mind are mine now." His lips spread into his grin again as he gave her the slowest, softest but still deel anal probing he could muster. "Besides, all women secretly crave to be owned and buttfucked." He raised his shoulders simultaneously, a gesture that went without view.

His hips came to a pause, his groin all the way into her ass and their bodies were closest, most intimate as possible. "Here's a deal. I'm close to unloading a whole truckload of sperm. Just tell your new master how much better it would feel deep in your cunt, so hot and thick... Any response short of that, and I'm butt training you all day!" He spoke in a demanding, yet fun way that simply couldn't be ignored. The opportunity to give her asshole a break had shown itself, and he didn't move his hips at all as he gave her the time to buid any sort of response. "Don't keep me waiting!"

Veronica continued grunting and moaning, all the while pleading for him to stop, but to no avail. The man was enjoying what he truly believed was his right of conquest, and she was the prize. No matter how many partners she had before, none ever ventured into her ass, despite some of her more determined men. Because of that, it was truly virgin territory, and even after so many thrusts, she was still tight, her anal muscles clinching.....it was such a burning pain.....

"But.....but I thought...'UUUUUGH!'....I was hired to be a....'UUUUGH!' maid," she gasped, trying to get out words between pumps...."not.....'UUUUGH!'....this...."

As painful as her ass was however, Valerie's body was beginning to turn traitor to her mind. Her nipples were hard as stone and it felt so good to have her tits fondled and kneaded......the inner voice in her head was screaming, 'NO! YOU KNOW YOU DON'T WANT THIS!, but her body was secretly craving the attention.
Valerie felt a wetness down below, praying the man wouldn't notice.....there's a belief that rape victims can still become aroused even though their minds are against the act and for Valerie, this was indeed the case......

One thing was for sure however....he wasn't wearing a condom and she certainly didin't wish to become pregnant.....her last period was weeks past and she was definitely fertile. If he was truly giving her a choice----which was redundant, since he would most likely go for her pussy next----then she wanted him to avoid it as long as possible....

"please.....please," she begged....."not..'UUUUGH!....my vagina......?"

One other thing was also just as certain....he meant what he said....she would never again be allowed to leave....the add said 'housemaid', but in reality she was now his sex slave, his own personal fuck toy......

He laughed softly, slamming his lower half into her now. Veronica's smaller form being forced to move with his pumping. The fat cock of the unusually strong, violently dominant male above her continuing to spread her defiantly tight asshole. His hands completely uncovered her chest, the bra out of the way and the cute traditional maid top was pulled up to her neck, or as far up as possible. This allowed her excellent breasts and completely erect nipples dance about into the white, soft, uppermost blanket of the bed. Without even taking a break, or pausing, his hands took to her hips as he stood up straight on his knees. His large hands gripped at her hips and yanked her down his cock in a hard swooping motion.

James knew that if he was making any progress with her stubborn little hole, then it had to be a slow growing progress since she was still so defiant. With each building, manly grunt, he pounded her without any sign of tiring. The sounds leaving her mouth had been so inticing, so sexually exciting to the innate and dark masochistic chunks of James' heart. His breaths picking up in pace, his strength behind his arms and hips slowly losing any temperance and control as he rapes her asshole even longer, harder, sloppier. Any motions to pull away only sending juicy sensual sensations all over his, body as he kept her hot body trapped under him.

She was his, his property, already. The only thing he wanted to lay claim to now was her mind, especially since he already laid dominance all over her womanly form. He was becoming too ready to bust a nut, her air-tight little ass being too pleasurable. To continue his forced play with his endearing, cuffed little fuckslave without wasting his seed on her unworthy asshole, he gripped her handcuffs and held her nice and snug against his waist and groin. His meatpole, her master's beefy cock was completely plunged into her such that all of his usable length kept her spread. His heavy breathes leaving his lips freely, as if he didn't feel any need to put on a show by faking any sort of godly endurance. Her fate was to suck his dick like a good girl, not fear him and cower beneath him forever.

"You're still so stubborn." His deep voice escaping between breathes. He tugged her closer by the hand on the handcuffs. "I'll get you to give up your womb, my little slave." He whispered seriously. "And you'll be all mine." He smirked, giving her ass a hard spank with a cuffed right hand. "Belonging a rich, strong man.." He started, spanking her again on the other side. "Who will make sure you are well taken care of with plenty of sticky cum in your hot pussy." He, continued to describe, spanking her again on the first cheek in the same spot. "Give it up. That worthless, pathetic little pride. You want a tummy full of your Master's seed. Say it."

Veronica was grunting and moaning, trying so hard to concentrate on her tits being pleasured instead of her tight ass being reamed. She still couldn't believe that she was handcuffed....what kind of monster WAS this man??? she tried to wriggle away, but she was pinned down securely by both the man's weight and the impaling her ass was getting......

She knew it was only a matter of time until he flipped her over and attacked her vagina with the same ferocity her abused ass was now being given....she knew she couldn't stop him but maybe....just maybe if she told him about her fertility, he wouldn't want to have to deal with a possible pregnancy......

"please....." she begged..."my period was over 2 weeks ago....I'm really fertile right now....please don't make me pregnant..."

"I'm not afraid of breeding you, slave." James stated bluntly, smirking wide. "I suppose it'll never feel good for you up this hole if I keep ravaging it." His voice was soft as he pulled out of her slowly, his massive hot cock laying along her tailbone and up her spine. He stood confidently over her as he flipped her onto her side and pinned her leg upward onto the bed. His powerful arms and hands keeping her in such an embarrassing, full view pose.

With one hand under her knee, keeping her pinned, he gripped his cock with the free hand. He ran his cock tip sloppily up and down her moist little crotch with glee. "Did getting butt raped arouse my tender, pervy little maid? Hmm?" He taunted with a clever, smauldering kind of suave. His cock giving her an unruly amount of foreplay before pausing over slit and pressing hard. With small grunts, he slowly spread her with his fat cock. "Wow, not quite as tight as the back door, hmm? I'll give you another chance to beg for my seed."

Veronica was moaning loudly as he ravaged her ass, claiming it as his own property and she was in no position to think otherwise....she was still deathly afraid of being impregnated however----she had a sister that got pregnant after being with a man only once and the man that was overpowering Veronica definitely had seed to spare....
It was still however impossible to deny what her body was feeling and her moist pussy was prime example. She would be much more than willing to be fucked all day by this hung stallion if she knew for sure she wouldn't get pregnant, but there was no guarantee and he wasn't wearing protection....

Veronica struggled with the handcuffs as her legs were spread apart and as she stared down with wide eyes, she saw his massive cock grazing her cunt......

"Oh God," she muttered...."Oh my God....."

His tip, still so strangely large and succulently meaty, pushed on her cunt with slowly increasing force. Almost as if James was purposefully dragging out the moment, all of the possible fear and odd thrill that may linger between them like lightening, only growing further and further to a supernatural level. No surprise movements, that would put a fatal jab into his carefully built tension. Just slowly spreading her, letting her get every single inch she could have begged for. Each inch spreading her tightness, a meaty firm cock providing a fullness sensation for the woman beneath him. His cock was more fitting of a man more like twice his size, and getting it raw up his little buttslave's asshole made her wet enough to slickly lubricate each invading inch.

"Wow. I found a hot little thing, didn't I? And you're nice and tight too, look at how beautiful our peices are together." He spoke in a low, soft tone. Clearly amused, but not too much in an annoying or overbearing way. The moment his tip kissed the end of her cute little cunt, and threatened her womb, he gave her a nice cozy pause. The larger, almost too sadistic male's large hands kept her down and her leg up as the sight of their unholy bond was impossible to miss. "If you did plan to run away and mate with inferior males... I am almost too curious how they'd ever bring you to orgasm now." He taunted in a dark, low voiced manner. His point was made as they both knew exactly where his apple-like cock head rest inside her, and the sight of just how much pole was left not even inside her was on full view.

"Beg me to finish you." He whispered, narrowing his eyes and keeping his slightly evil smile.

Veronica had never seen a man's cock the size of the monster that impaled her tight ass....she screamed and squealed as he continued to claim her, only pausing long enough to mercifully pull out, clean off and move in to claim her pussy.....

"I.....I thought you'd be.....uh, a little limper by now," she stammered, staring at the intruder at his groin....."I mean, after fucking my ass....."
She gulped at the sight....THAT THING WAS GONNA FIT INSIDE HER?????
If anything else,the thought of raping her made it grown long and hard all over again.

"no...." she said, shaking her head, fear in her voice....."No, it won't fit....."
Just enough precum for lube, he slid it inside her almost easily, causing Veronica to give out a yelp as he penetrated her....
Unlike her ass, which up until today was virgin territory, she wasn't a vaginal virgin and gave out a sigh as he impaled her cunt....
"yes!......oh, fuck...YESSS!!," she hissed...."please.....please give it to me....!!!"

"Funny how you change your tune so quickly." He spoke darkly, letting his hands feel over her chest before they felt down her body to her hips. Without mercy, he gave her what she pleaded for. Familiar powerful hips would begin to move over her, his cock pulling inch after inch out her until just his his massive cock head remained, giving her tightness something to really cling and hug around and making a full escape a little more difficult. Not that he was pulling out, not all the way, just as the sensation of her juicy little cunt trying to keep his cock head in would become obvious to the both of them, he quickly slammed back inside her. Harder, faster, deeper, thicker, he fucked her with raw strength just as she pleaded for.

"Good girl, being so expressionate." He darkly whispered to her, laying over her more as his arms wrapped around her nice and tight. James let his hips move so hard and fast that the nice bed beneath her actively ravaged body would shake and squeek. "What is it that my kinky little maid slut want now, hmm?" He taunted with a smile, his face near to her own as he let out slightly faster breaths.