Bred By My Yoga Teacher Pt 02

She heard something heavy scraping across the ground while some voice inside her screamed at her to get up.

She couldn't. She felt nailed to the floor. Lying in a heap where she had crumpled down after this deranged man choked her on his cock. Shivers ran through her body now. Not from the cold. It was really quite pleasantly warm here. No, not the cold it all. They were shivers of her body betraying her as her mind lay shattered on the floor of this man's personal gym.

"What's that, dear?" he said coyly, "Aw, do you miss me?"

The scraping sound had stopped just behind her and a moment later she felt his strong arms wrap around her and lift her up. Then he breathed in her ear "Did you miss my cock?"

She whimpered then. Very softly. She couldn't help herself.

A smile spread across the man's face. The man she could see standing fully clothed in the mirror, holding a naked girl in his arms while her arms were tied behind her back, her round tits pushing obscenely forward like she needed him to see how eager she was.

Like a little whore.

Except she couldn't help it. Her arms were tied behind her back. The only way to make space for her arms against his chest was to arch her back as he sat her down on his lap, facing that cursed mirror.

He placed her legs to either side of his so her pussy was clearly spread in front of them both to see and the phone counted out 18 minutes where it lay on the floor in front of them. Then he wrapped one arm around her and pulled his pants down a little to place his cock just below her dripping wet entrance. She could feel the tip rubbing up against her slick folds and she gasped ever so slightly again.

"Just a moment, my little whore. Patience." he whispered.

His hand that was just below her, now disappeared behind him, and when it came back she saw a clothes pin. Her eyes widened with fright as his smile widened with glee.

"You like these, don't you?"

She managed to shake her head then. Words were still not possible, but the terror overflowed into an attempt to plead for mercy.

"Please ..." she whispered with effort.

"Oh, you are going to beg me. I love begging. Will you beg for my cock. Will you beg me to breed you like a little whore. Will you beg to have me cum inside you as you scream for more, and more, and more?" He teased her as his hand moved forward and he clipped the clothespin on her left nipple.

She screamed then.

Screamed in pain and desperation.

And as she screamed, her hips moved up and then down. And she kept screaming with breath after breath trying to escape the pain as her mind blasted apart and each scream rolled through her like a wave that pistoned her hips into the cock below her. But his arm controlled her movements, so a rhythm formed as her eyes rolled back in her head and her back arched farther still.

When the second clothespin closed around her other nipple, her mouth froze in a protracted O and the pain blasted away every last shred of her sense of self.

All that was left was submission.

Obedience.

And desperate desire.

Her hips sought his cock, pushed into him, drove into him, needed him. He lifted her up then in all her desperate need and aimed straight into her fertile womb with one decisive stroke. And then he let her bounce on his cock like the desperate little whore he knew she was, her juices sliding along his shaft, her moans and whimpers surrounding them both as she bounced on his cock with abandon.

"Please," she begged.

"Please, what?" he said, pistoning in and out of her, admiring the view in the mirror of this little naked and innocent girl losing her mind.

More moans and whimpers.

"You can't answer, can you? There is no one there ... Just a mindless little fucktoy waiting to be bred."

"Please ..." she tried again between moans and whimpers.

And he slowed down then. Her head was draped across his shoulder, her back arched so far back. So he grabbed her throat and lifted her head so she could see herself in the mirror.

"Look."

She blinked slowly, trying to focus her eyes, and then saw herself. Saw herself with her legs spread wide, her juices running over this stranger's cock she was impaled on, eagerly sticking out her tits with the little clothes pins obscenely torturing her nipples, her face a mask of desperation and desire while this man's hand was lightly choking her out.

Then she felt his other hand touch her clit ever so softly.

"8 minutes, little whore. Are you going to cum for me?" he whispered, "Remember, if you cum on my cock, I'll cum inside your pussy. And my seed will find your womb, and I get to breed you. Over. And over. And over again."

She whimpered.

"You want that, don't you?"

His fingers were gently stroking her clit as he slowly pushed in and out of her wet pussy.

"Say please again."

His fingers went slightly faster, the pressure slightly building.

"Please ..." she breathed.

"Say 'please make'."

The rhythm of his fingers and cock started to alternate between each other. His cock would sink into her, and then as he pulled out, he'd rub her clit. She could feel the pulsing sensations around her pussy building up.

"Please make..." she whispered.

"Say 'please make me'."

She felt the pressure building, the desperation pooling between her legs as she felt all her desire flowing downward, enveloping his cock. Welcoming his cock inside her eagerly, letting it go each time reluctantly.

"Please make me ..." she whispered.

"Say 'please make me cum like a little whore, Sir'." He smirked then, and before she knew what was happening, he bit down on her neck as his fingers and cock sped up, pounding into her while strumming her desire.

She screamed then, screamed with pleasure and pain, and felt the waves cresting with no power to stop them. An orgasm ripped through her, exploding from her pussy and radiating out down her legs and arms. She moaned then and pushed her hips down harder to feel his cock swell inside her. His cock that started pulsing and shooting rope after rope of cum inside her fertile womb.

And as the waves subsided in her, she felt him sliding forward on his seat, and bringing her with him. They slid down to their knees in front of the mirror, and he transferred the hand on her throat around to her hair. With her arms behind her back, he held her head up like a trophy in front of the mirror, his cock inside her wet pussy. Wet from her juices and his. Her pussy still lightly pulsing around her rapist's cock.

"Look at you. A little worthless whore who couldn't help herself but to beg to be bred. Take a good long look in the mirror. Cause that's who you really are."

He pulled out a moment later. Let her slump forward where she lay on the gym mat a whimpering and moaning mess, his seed softly leaking out of her abused pussy.

He undid the zip ties. He grabbed his phone with 1:24 minutes to spare. He brought her her clothes.

And he charged her $59.95 for the session.