The Mistake

‎Tears streamed down her face as she relented. His cock pushed past her lips, filling her mouth with its salty taste. Victor groaned, thrusting forward until the head hit the back of her throat. She gagged, saliva dripping down her chin, but he held her head steady, fucking her face with short, brutal strokes.

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‎"That's it, take it all," he grunted, his hips snapping. Emily's jaw ached, her tongue pressed flat against the underside of his shaft. He went deeper, making her choke, but he didn't stop until he was satisfied. After a few minutes, he pulled out, strings of spit connecting her lips to his glistening cock.

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‎He flipped her over onto her stomach, yanking her hips up so her ass was in the air. The skirt bunched around her waist, leaving her pussy exposed and vulnerable. Emily clawed at the sheets with her bound hands, trying to crawl away, but Victor pinned her down, his weight crushing her.

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‎"No more games," he said, positioning himself behind her. The head of his cock nudged her entrance, slick from her mouth and his spit. With one savage thrust, he buried himself inside her.

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‎Emily screamed, the stretch burning as he filled her completely. He was huge, splitting her open, his balls slapping against her clit. Victor didn't give her time to adjust; he pulled back and slammed in again, setting a punishing rhythm. Each thrust drove deeper, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise.

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‎"Fuck, you're tight," he panted, pounding into her. The bed creaked under the force, her body jolting forward with every impact. Emily's sobs mixed with involuntary gasps as his cock hit spots inside her that sent unwanted jolts of pleasure through her core.

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‎He reached around, fingers finding her clit and rubbing it in rough circles. "Come on, slut. Cum for me." She shook her head, but her body betrayed her again. The pressure built, coiling tight despite the horror. Victor's thrusts grew erratic, his cock swelling inside her.

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‎With a roar, he came, hot spurts of cum flooding her pussy. The sensation pushed her over the edge—her walls clenched around him as an orgasm ripped through her, unwanted and shameful. She cried out, hating herself as waves of pleasure crashed over her.

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‎Victor collapsed on top of her, his cock still twitching inside. He stayed buried deep, catching his breath. "Good girl," he whispered, stroking her hair mockingly. But he wasn't done. After a moment, he pulled out, cum leaking from her abused hole.

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‎He cut the zip ties on her wrists with a knife from his pocket, but before she could fight, he flipped her onto her back and retied her hands to the headboard with cuffs already attached to the bed. Emily tugged at them, but they held firm.

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‎"Round two," he said with a grin, climbing between her legs again. His cock was hardening already, slick with their mixed fluids. He entered her slowly this time, savoring the way her pussy gripped him. Emily whimpered, her body sore but still responsive.

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‎He fucked her missionary style, his weight pressing her into the mattress. One hand pinned her thigh wide, the other squeezed her breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers. His mouth claimed hers in a bruising kiss, tongue forcing its way past her lips to mimic the thrust of his hips.

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‎Emily turned her head, breaking the kiss. "Stop... it hurts," she gasped, but he only thrust harder, grinding against her clit. The pain mixed with pleasure, blurring the lines. He sucked on her neck, leaving marks that would bruise tomorrow.

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‎"You're mine now," he growled, speeding up. His cock pistoned in and out, the wet sounds of their joining filling the room. Emily's hips bucked against her will, chasing the friction. Another orgasm built, faster this time, and when it hit, she arched off the bed, moaning loudly.

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‎Victor followed soon after, pumping more cum into her. He pulled out and watched as it dripped from her pussy, then scooped some up with his fingers and forced them into her mouth. "Taste us," he commanded. She gagged but swallowed, tears flowing freely.

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‎Exhausted, he uncuffed one hand but left the other bound, rolling beside her. "Rest up. We'll do this again tomorrow." Emily curled into a ball, her body aching, mind reeling. The room spun as shock set in, but deep down, she knew escape was a distant dream.

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‎Hours passed in the dim light. Victor left briefly, returning with water and a sandwich. He fed her like a child, his touch deceptively gentle. "Eat. You need strength."

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‎She ate in silence, plotting in her mind. But as night fell, he chained her ankle to the bedpost and stripped naked, pulling her against him. His cock pressed against her ass, already stirring.

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‎"Sleep," he murmured, but his hand wandered between her legs, fingers idly stroking her folds. Emily lay still, feigning sleep, while her body trembled. The nightmare had only just begun.

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‎The next morning, Victor woke her with his mouth on her pussy. His tongue lapped at her clit, delving inside to taste the remnants of last night's cum. Emily stirred, trying to push him away, but the chains limited her movement. He sucked hard, fingers curling inside her to hit her G-spot.

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‎"Morning, slut," he said between licks. She came quickly, her body conditioned already to his touch. He mounted her then, fucking her slow and deep, drawing out every sensation.

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‎By afternoon, he'd taken her three more times—once bent over the bed, ass high as he spanked her cheeks red; once on the floor, her legs over his shoulders as he drilled into her; and once in the shower, water cascading over them as he pressed her against the tiles and rutted like an animal.

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‎Each time, Emily's resistance weakened, her cries turning to moans. Victor's cum filled her repeatedly, marking her as his. The room became her prison, his bed her altar of violation.

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‎As evening approached, he sat her on his lap, cock buried deep inside her as he rocked gently. "You'll learn to love this," he whispered. Emily didn't respond, her eyes vacant. But in the depths of her soul, a spark of defiance flickered—waiting for the moment to ignite

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‎Victor phone vibrates.

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‎“Boss… that’s not her. You've got the wrong girl”

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