The complete act of humiliation rests on her conscience like a blip on the monitor. He had made her kneel in his bath tub and given her an enema. “You’ll be a good clean girl” he had purred as he filled her with water. She cried in silence and shook with determination and loathing and compliance. He had dried her and taken her to bed, stretched her arse with his hand and a toy and made her push herself beyond. He had asked her to take more and more and she had done it willingly. He had fucked her arse and lost himself in his space. She couldn't straighten out and asked if he would hit her and he beckoned her across his lap and spanked her. She moaned breathless and in ecstasy as she came back from the blip with a smart of red pleasure. He had let her come with a fist in her cunt, where she felt hurt and alive.
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