Prisoner of War - Part 2 (NSFW, Mature Content)

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Rachel was terrified,  She had seen how big Master was - in all areas - and feared that he might do some serious damage to her.  She scrambled backwards on the bed, begging shamelessly.

"Master, please, no.  Please.  Don't."  She was close to tears as she backed away towards the headboard, considering a bolt for the door, no matter how futile it might be.  "I'll do anything you want me to with Leah, I swear.  Just please don't take me yourself.  Please, Master."  She backed up as far as she could, huddled against the headboard.

Master grabbed her by one ankle, his large hand easily encircling it.  "I will do anything I please.  The sooner you learn that, the better."  He yanked hard and pulled her back down to him on the bed.  He pinned her shoulders down and roughly spread her legs.  In one swift movement, he thrust into her, his huge cock filling her.

Rachel cried out in pain from his size and from how rough he was.  She was thankful that she was still wet from what Leah had done or it would have been worse.

Master grunted as he shoved himself into her over and over, not as rough as he had been with the first stroke, but not gentle at all.  He sucked her nipples and kissed her hard as he took her.  The whole bed shook with each thrust.

Rachel's cries of pain slowly changed to soft moans of pleasure, then louder ones.  She hated herself for feeling arousal from the man who forcibly took her, but she couldn't help herself.  As she became accustomed to Master's size and force, her nails began to dig into his back and she clutched him to her.  "God, yes, Master!"

Master grinned at the change.  He growled into her ear, grinning as he kept pumping his cock in and out of her.  "You begged me not to fuck you.  Now you want me.  Say it.  Beg me to fuck you."

Rachel hated herself for what she said next, but she was so close to cumming again.  She didn't want him to stop.  Her tone was pleading.  "I'm sorry I resisted.  Master, please fuck me.  Don't stop.  Please, I'm so close."  She began to grind her hips against him in rhythm with his thrusts, trying to get herself off.

Master laughed.  "Since you asked so nicely..."  He began to thrust harder, his voice rough with passion.  "Whose are you?  Who do you belong to?"

Rachel spoke without hesitation.  "I'm yours, Master.  Please...don't stop, Master..."  She began to cum, screaming and crying out as she did so.

Master grunted and thrust one last time as he came, filling her with his seed.

He grinned down at her, still inside of her, still on top of her.  "I think you will work out well."

To be continued.....