Ariana woke with a startled shriek, which transitioned almost instantly to a moan of mingled horrified realization and desperate arousal, as she felt three of his fingers spreading her pussy wide as he held her legs apart with his knees. Her pussy was drenched, and his fingers hurt as they stretched the tight muscles of her cunt, but in a way that entirely pleasurable. She arched her back, lifting her ass to present her pussy more fully to him, and he growled with arousal.
"I love how hungry your pussy is for me," he told her, slowly working his fingers in and out of her dripping cunt. "I can see why you're interested in fisting," he said, spreading his fingers wide to emphasize his words. "Shall we see if I can fuck you with my fist right now?"
"Oh, no, please, I've never done that, and your hand is too big," she begged, fucking her pussy harder against his hand, even as she protested.
"You listed it as one of your interests on your profile, though," he teased her with his words and his touch. "Along with assfucking, throatfucking, gang bangs, exhibitionism, forced fucking ... In fact, you were quite thorough and detailed in selecting your interests, and that's the reason you're here."
She shivered, as it started to dawn on her that he'd given her, and their date, a lot more weight than she'd realized.
"I picked you because I knew you would make an excellent toy for me to play with and train." His fingers moving relentlessly in her slick pussy meant that even though his words were terrifying, they also fed her increasingly desperate and painful arousal. "And when I've done everything I want with you, and I have you trained to live for the pleasure of the people who fuck you, I'll sell you to the highest bidder for a very tidy sum."
"What? NO!! Let me go!" His last statement had raised the stakes from a sexy gave that happened to involve arguable if incredibly arousing sexual assault to something far more alarming. It threw a bucket of cold water on her arousal, and she started to struggle in earnest to get out of his grip.
She was halfway across the bed when he grabbed her ankles and yanked her back, trapping her by laying his full weight on her and pinning her legs and arms with his. She was still squirming, gasping for breath and grunting with the effort of escaping from his hold.
"Mmm, yeah, keep fighting me," he whispered in her ear. "I love knowing you can't get away. But you know what's even better?" he asked, licking her earlobe slowly. "I love knowing YOU know you can't get away."
She stopped suddenly, crying, feeling the truth of his words in her body. She could barely move with him holding her, and with that entrapment, she felt her body give a little shrug and return to full arousal, despite her mind's desperate clamoring for some way to escape. But the reality of the situation was overwhelming, and knowing she couldn't get away allowed her to give up the need to fight him.
She rocked her ass back against him, or tried to, with his full weight still on her. It was enough to signal to him that her internal weather had changed, and he levered his shoulders up while keeping his groin pressed against her ass, the length of his hard cock pressing along her slit suggestively.
"Are you ready to get fucked?" he asked her rhetorically. She moaned and arched further, spreading the lips of her pussy wider against his shaft. "Are you ready to get fisted?" he asked, sliding the head of his cock along her opening.