You feel heavy, on your back with your legs open. Your stomach clenches as you try to move, only to find that your arms are bound above your head by your wrists, and that your knees and ankles are held fast, spread wide apart. The mattress feels soft under you, and your hips are raised slightly upwards, your buttocks at once supported and exposed. Your breath catches in your throat as you hear me step towards you in the darkness. You can feel me move in between your legs without me even touching you, an electric tingling as your skin responds to my proximity.
When I lean in close and exhale warm breath, a sudden unexpected coldness tells you that your exposed sex is wet. Suddenly the undeniable sexuality of your position dawns on you - you are tied down, to a bed - to be raped, or you've already been raped, or are about to be, or will be again, or. . .? You try to reach down to touch yourself, reminded at once that you are trussed down too tightly to even come close. You become aware of a gentle throbbing sensation in your cunt, suddenly realizing you feel swollen, bruised, raw - are you imagining it as you realize how utterly vulnerable you are? Or have you been used already, taken by someone you can't even see? Your body knows the answer, and it slowly becomes clear to you, too, because you feel different, dominated, possessed.
Because I've already seeded you. It's far from over, but we've started without you, your body responding instinctively to me, a man, as it was designed to, has waited to. You didn't need to be conscious while I worked my fingers along your inner thighs, and my thumbs against your nipples, my warm tongue massaging your labia and circling your clit, for you to moisten and then flood, my calloused thumb sliding unimpeded through your slickness. You were so swollen when I entered you that my foreskin was nudged back, exposing my engorged glans, already shining with pre-cum. I knew you would respond to me, but I was surprised by the intensity of your physical arousal, your cunt so tight that you drove me to climax almost as soon as I took you. Much, much too fast, but we have plenty of time, now that you're here.
Understand: you, a man though you may be, are still trapped in a woman's body, meant to be mounted, inseminated, and impregnated. You can inject all the testosterone you want, but your desire still mounts to a fever pitch as you absorb male pheromones from everywhere I leave a trace of sweat, saliva, or semen. You can't resist this, and you will find that you don't wish to. Your mind will open to me as pliably as your body as you remember what you really want, what you need, what you are destined for.
I straighten up and step in close between your open thighs. The smooth skin closest to your sex is coated in your own wetness, fluid pooling between your slightly spread lips as your body prepares for my obvious intention. I grasp you by the hips, and you gasp as you pull back slightly, but you're not going anywhere, and you can't stop me from sliding my cock along your slit until my swollen head bumps against your hardening clit. You gasp again as an unwanted pleasure rocks you, and an aching need builds against your own will. My hips rock against your buttocks, my balls pressing tight against your ass as I grind against you, sliding back and forth between your glistening outer folds, watching your resistance dissolve as the burning between your thighs becomes unbearable.
When I finally arch my back in preparation to enter you again, you hold your breath in agonized apprehension and eagerness, your heart sinking as you realize how completely under my power you really are, as I not only force myself on you but make you want it, make you desperate for it. For me. For the thick member that parts your slick lips and slowly plunges deep inside you. My hips shove your thighs a bit further apart as I sink all the way to the hilt, pulling a growl from my throat for the first time. Your breath catches as you hear my voice for the first time, the voice of your abuser, your master, your fate.
