To be used is not to be broken

The chains clink
as they're fastened
to her ankles.

She slides into subspace...
deeper and deeper
she floats into oblivion.

" I'm going to use you
like the whore that you
are."
He says, the words trickle
to her nether regions...
and she moans.

It's true.
She as branded
herself a slave.
She is to be used.
To be loved.
To be tormented,
with pain, pleasure
and torture.

His cock slides into
her hot entrance
and she bites down
a moan.

He hasn't given
her permission
to  make noise.
{{ A good little slave,
always obeys}}

He thrusts in and out,
toying with her sex button,
building up to the climax
that is sure to be the death of
her.

" This is mine to use."
He growls as he slaps
his hard cock against
her blood engorged entrance.

Two final thrusts
after hours of torment
and sexual pleasure
he allows his property
release.
Blind, white lightening
encases her...
she floats down...
crying


She is free,
she is His.
She needs to be
used...
to feel whole.