Violent and submissive.

Slowly, Gisele opened her eyes realizing her blurred and unfocused vision that was more like a gaze coming from another reality. Gradually she tried to adapt her blurred vision to the environment where she was, ... everything seemed foggy and covered by a soft but intimidating darkness. She felt her whole body hurt very much, as if she had suffered some kind of accident that had struck every muscle and every nerve of her entire being. It was a pain that alternated between moments of deep malaise with others in which only a pulsating lethargy caused her whole body to be held in an endless spasm and the result of which was another wave of almost hallucinatory sensations.
Gradually she realized that she was lying on the cold and damp floor of an unfamiliar and almost suffocating place. The contact of her skin with the floor made her realize at once that she was completely naked prostrate in that totally unfamiliar environment. She tried to raise her head, for she was on her stomach, but the mere movement of her neck betrayed a sharp prick that more resembled the blade of a knife penetrating her brain. With a measured <unk> almost calculated <unk> slowness Gisele pulled her hands towards her face and when she touched it with them she felt the cold sweat dripping from her wounds. And even without knowing the reason for her current yearly situation, she searched her thoughts in order to understand how far she had come and what the reasons were that left her so mentally as well as physically drained.
Several times she tried to get up, sketched out movements that her mind had previously drawn in her memory, but all to no avail. She did not know why, but she would soon discover that she had been the victim of some form of aggression that had rendered her unfit and stunned for a time that she could scarcely imagine how long it had lasted. She tried to bend her body to one side when she felt a painful prick blossoming inside her buttocks. Making an effort that she was not supposed to possess, she took one of her hands to the spot and felt a warm, leaky moisture that immediately caught her fingers.
She brought her hand close to her lips and tried to lick that strange liquid, realizing in a fraction of a second that it was blood, ... her blood! Gisele despaired, ... wanted to cry, at the same time she felt a wave of hatred and resentment growing inside her body, ... who would have done that to her? A villain? A criminal? But, above all, she wondered, why had she done that, ... and why against her? Thousands of questions floated around her mind without any answer occurring to her. An enormous sadness filled her soul leaving her fearful at the fact of finding herself in that situation: she was naked, helpless, assaulted and stunned, ... she thought for a moment that death would be an act of mercy, while she explored her soul realizing how much he was still outwardly assaulted, untouched only by the profound shame, the pain that had been caused to her by that humiliation. ...
Suddenly, a beam of light appeared on one side of the dresser where Gisele was imprisoned. At first it was just a filament of intense, penetrating white light, but little by little it was widening and widening the spectrum that flooded the environment bringing light to that cold, damp and shocking place. In a few moments, what seemed to be a door opened completely causing the light to flood the environment. Even stunned and with partially impaired consciousness, Gisele realized that she was in a kind of cell with some metal furniture with a floor and walls covered with a cold, colorless ceramic.
Before the young woman could draw any reaction, a bullet appeared at the door, interrupting the luminosity by the carving of its powerful and threatening silhouette. Gisele stared at the bullet without being able to glimpse its face. Only the masculine and well-defined shapes denoted that it should be her tormentor; the figure seemed to be that of a tall man <unk> taller than usual <unk> and muscular in an unusual way, of that kind of individuals who attend an academy with exaggerated regularity. Gisele trembled feeling a huge fear to take care of her being, but ... at the same time, she felt strangely excited, ... an instinctive excitement, however, endowed with a degree of almost animal feeling, the same feeling as the female as soon as she knows that she will be subjected by the male, brute and aggressive, but socially acceptable, even beyond the bounds of desire.
The individual approached Gisele, walking with long, measured steps, denoting that he was about to make his presence more frightening than it already represented in the mind of the submissive young woman prostrate on the floor, naked and with her body in tatters. It did not take long for him to be standing right in front of his victim. Gisele tried to raise her head to sketch some reaction, but the pain that pierced her body was still stronger than her will. And before anything could be done, Gisele realized when that enormous man approached, she bent down towards him and took him in her arms with strength and care at the same time.
The strong arms lifted her up with ease, but she was able to feel that the touch was not charged with any aggressiveness; on the contrary, it was a gentle and gentle touch without abrupt movements or demonstrating any viscerally brutal or malicious intention. The contact with the body of the unknown visitor allowed Gisele to realize that he was naked and his skin was firm, warm and smelly, ... and even feeling dejected by the pain that ran through her body she was not able to restrain the desire that immediately surfaced within her for the one who could be her savior, but who, at the same time, could also be her aggressor. But it did not take long for her to conclude that the desire was stronger than the fear.
He returned to the door and went out for a few moments, returning with some things in his hands that Gisele could not distinguish exactly from what they were. He sat down next to her on the bed and after soaking his own hands in some viscous liquid began a gentle, careful and comforting massage all over the young woman's body. The liquid, hot and viscous, more resembled a kind of oil, and his contact with some of the girl's skin caused an immediate feeling of well-being, subtly removing the pain that had taken care of her and providing a comforting state of recovery so quick and efficient that in a few minutes, Gisele had recovered from all the assault she had suffered.
The modulated dimness of the environment prevented Gisele from seeing the face of this kind and affectionate man, having to be content with the masculine and gentle touch of his hands running over his entire body. The care was of such greatness that this subject avoided Gisele's most beautiful anatomical details, limiting himself to circumventing those regions by lessening the intensity of the touch whenever he approached them. And although he could not perceive that gesture, it made Gisele even more excited, accurating a feeling of desire that grew inside her. After so much aggression and pain, the touch of that man was something so deliciously provocative that she imagined that he might be a little more afraid to explore her body. For a moment she was an idiot, although she did not stop to think of the desire that had arisen in her, just by demonstrating to him that there was no other way to take her initiative, because she was also showing him that there was some other sense of comfort in this moment, just by demonstrating to him that there was no other way to take her initiative.
With the same gentleness of the beginning, he turned her over on the bed, putting her on her stomach and beginning a new massage on her back, back and legs <unk> avoiding, of course, the buttocks and her well-defined curves <unk> taking advantage of the same comforting sensation that would allow Gisele to recover from the assault she had suffered. And as soon as he gave his task over, the man got up and left the cell again, taking a little longer to return, to, approaching her once again, took her in his arms and took her out of that cold and filthy place.
He was tall and strong, with a restrained musculature and no exaggerations; his skin was dark but not black and his chest was wide and well-turned. When they passed near a lamp, Gisele could see that he had on his face a mask identical to that used to symbolize tragedy in the theater and his eyes were black and deep, with an enigmatic and sometimes intimidating glow, which still did not cause her a bad impression; on the contrary, Gisele felt even more excited and attracted to that strong and affectionate man who had cared for her with the affection of a passionate lover.
They stopped at the end of the corridor, where he opened a thick wooden door leading to a large bathroom, equipped with a shower, a Jacuzzi-type bathtub, and all the other comforts necessary for personal washing and hygiene. He carefully deposited it inside the bathtub that was already filled with hot water and whose contact provoked in Gisele shivers that ran through her whole body, alternating a slight painful sensation with a state of full satisfaction at the almost medicinal effect of that bath previously prepared for her. With the same care, the individual always took soap and a soft sponge in his hands, passing on to soak the body of his host, avoiding even the most delicate areas of pain.
During this almost ritualistic act, Gisele could sense a certain hesitation on the part of her caretaker, whose hands, from time to time, gave obvious signals that the mere approach of the erogenous zones made her movements tense and with a certain air of restrained desire. The young woman, realizing that this hesitation deserved to be reciprocated, provoked her partner every time he approached her bust or belly by bending his body forward in an offered and sensual way. But all gestures were lovingly avoided, as an unequivocal way of repressing what could not be restrained. Gisele felt recovered and aroused at the same time, and her body corresponded to that sensation, making it clear that something was up. It was then that she extended one of her hands in the direction of her partner's face, trying to give him a caress.
The reaction that followed, in addition to being immediate, was also painful and aggressive. The man not only deflected Gisele's hand, but also slapped her in the face with such intensity that the girl almost completely lost consciousness of where she was. She was stunned, unable to understand the reason for this brutal and violent reaction. The man immediately pulled Gisele out of the bathtub, slapping her repeatedly in the face and growling something inaudible. Gisele was stunned by the blows and felt unable to react, since the aggression was now coming from the one who had been her savior until then!
With exemplary rudeness, the man turned his back on Gisele, pushing her towards the lavatory and making her stand with her body arched, offering her ass to him, who struck him with several slaps in a row, increasingly strong, increasingly rough and increasingly painful. Gisele, who had initially been taken by surprise, stood up to her situation and felt even more aroused by this aggression practiced against her. It was as if those slaps made a person emerge from within her that she, until then, did not know at all, ... a woman who was at the height of her erection because she was being treated like a whore!
The vigorous blows were replaced by whips applied to her butt by means of the appropriate instrument and, once again, Gisele felt with an enormous and indescribable hard-on! Something she had never imagined being able to feel, ... was the hard-on of a submissive female being the victim of her tormentor, who besides being strong and muscular also knew how to apply that punishment in an excruciating way. Gisele was unable to contain her excitement, feeling her vagina getting completely wet and hot and her nipples darkening in such a way that it even hurt a little. She was ready for sex, ... like a whore who needs to surrender and offer her body in sacrifice to her aggressor, not only to satisfy him, but also that she was in the heat of the excitement that the potency of something in her body denoted every blow that was applied against her.
Suddenly, Gisele felt something hot and hard searching for the entrance of her anus, ... something pulsating and alive whose intensity vibrated from one being to another. And she did not make a plea seeking to open her legs a little more to receive that enormous volume in her small anal orifice. The penetration, besides being inevitable, occurred with enormous difficulty for her, for the member of her tormentor was something immeasurable and of almost alarming proportions! When the glans forced its entrance penetrating the girl's anus, she felt a pain greater than that she had felt before, (unless she allowed herself to remember), even because the invader was acting without any remorse or pity, forcing his impetus in a very aggressive way, tearing as much as anyone who was resisting the desire of the young man's body that could do anything else without pulling himself into the fist, but it was not a surrender, but a surrender, and leaving the young man in control of the situation. ... Gisele's impetus was strong, and she was pushing the situation to its limits.
After much pain, Gisele realized that her partner's member had completely invaded her anus, and that it was now initiating a very rhythmic and constant back and forth movement, amplifying the sensation of pain, at the same time provoking even more the female libido, letting the excitement speak much louder. She could feel her vagina so moist that it more resembled a bubbling and hot pond while her nipples persisted in their numbness that was stimulated by the skilful hands of her aggressor who time and again, released the young woman's hips to play with them, pinching them and squeezing them shamelessly, showing her that he dominated the situation and could do whatever he wanted with her body.
Gisele was so excited that the world around her seemed to have disappeared, there was only her and her executioner surrounded by the aura of boundless horniness, with that brutal whip striking her poor anus and making it a mere object of pleasure and pain, pain and pleasure succeeding each other in the same intensity and with the same vigor, everything else had been diluted into a blurred and unfocused image, only Gisele pushing her buttocks towards the aggressor's penis which, in turn, repeated its penetration movements without drawing any sign of exhaustion, without any mention of the climax, only the roughness of its potency!
And Gisele enjoyed, ... enjoyed with an intensity that she had never experienced before, a fluid, powerful, long-lasting and overwhelming enjoyment, ... a unique and unforgettable experience, ... an experience that she aimed to repeat eternally, without fear or dread, just enjoying that strange and obsessive mixture of pain and pleasure, whose immiscibility was so complex and confusing that she preferred only to feel it when thinking. And once again Gisele enjoyed, ... not less intensely than the previous one, but with a more amplified fullness that made it clear that pain and pleasure mattered only to those who felt it in its entirety. Before she could taste that enjoyment moved by novelty, another encounter, also intense, also wide, also ... and another, and another, and another!
Everything had lost its raison d'être, only Gisele, her dominant male and that deliciously endless succession of orgasms that gradually gave her pleasure and a sweet weariness by her divine defeat to the power of her executioner who had shown her how pain and pleasure can succeed each other without hesitation or fear, pleasure!
Gisele was utterly exhausted, she felt her body trembling with fatigue, begging for a pause, a moment of rest, a rest that her aggressor seemed to have no interest in granting, expanding the movements and making them more vigorous in a cadence that would drive any woman mad. His hands firmly held her hips pulling them in her direction and showing the full exercise of his power over her, the dominator over the submissive who could do nothing but resist as long as he could before exhaustion invaded her body and mind, leading her toward absolute numbness and consequently total loss of consciousness.
Gisele had long since given up on herself, and she could only hope not to faint at the sight of the unsullied male whose pujance had left her anus in tatters and her vagina completely engulfed by the fluids that kept pouring from within her, leaving her even more weakened and subject to the almost animal desires of her tormentor. She thought it best to surrender and let fate fulfill its task, even at the risk of leaving her unconscious, stunned or tossed under that cold ground, destroyed but full of satisfaction and pleasure.
Suddenly, the male's movements were intensifying, losing cadence and giving way to delirium, ... Gisele concluded that he was close to orgasm, and pondered that it was worth resisting a little longer just to make the most of those delightfully exciting sensations that still reverberated throughout his being. The male moved quickly and violently, without caring about his partner <unk> besides, dominated slave <unk> and by the way his body was constantly tingling, Gisele was sure that he was about to climax. He let himself be led by the domination that made her an object of pleasure and that, curiously, also received pleasure in the same intensity as a payment for his dedication to his master and that, at that moment, he was about to surrender to something bigger and more pulsating than him or both of them.
And the orgasm came! Intense, full, complete, flooding Gisele's bowels like a hot, viscous and voluminous wave, taking a long time to complete its task, and causing stretch marks in the huge penis that seemed to increase in size as its contents flowed into the young woman. Gisele felt that warm and pleasurable wave take over her bowels and wished that it would not stop so soon, ... this wish that was not realized, since her aggressor, removing and huge penis from her inside, made her stand in front of him, being then forced to kneel facing the still hardened penis and completely wet with semen. Gisele looked at that enormous member that still held back her position, leaning again, resting her pulse, and in turn feeling very much appreciated by her tongue, being able to feel it in her mouth.
And apparently, the young woman's wish seems to have been interpreted by the male before her, who, taking her by the hair, compelled her to swallow the huge piece of flesh which, being fully received and duly caressed by his victim's tongue, gave clear signs of immediate stiffening, showing that there was still a task to be accomplished. Gisele sucked and licked that mighty mast of well-made forms and swollen glans, allowing herself the opportunity to feel an enormous pleasure with it and finding that that enormous object still had the power to become as stiff and imposing as before. She sucked that instrument with voluptuousness and with suffering, while her hands played with her balls which were also large and heavy, demonstrating that it was her function to provide the maximum pleasure to her dominant male.
This "language session" went on for some time, until the male again began to grunt and moan, finally releasing another "load" of semen that was completely swallowed by the young woman who seemed to delight in that hot, viscous liquid that flowed down her throat. And she sipped to the last drop, going on to "clean" the member with her skilful and swift tongue.
The male made her get up, and took her in his arms leaving the bathroom and returning through the same dimly lit corridor, making the same way. Gisele was hugging her aggressor and fatigue had finally taken over her body, ... at that moment, he could do with her what he wanted, ... he could satisfy all his hidden desires and desires, ... he could use her as he saw fit, for Gisele no longer belonged to this world, ... she was conquered and defeated by pleasure followed by absolute absence of will and energy, ... she was the object of his pleasure and so it would be forever.
She imagined that he would take her back to that cold and damp cell, that he would throw her to the floor and then leave, abandoning her to her own fate and leaving her at the mercy of her own weakness, overcome by fatigue and dominated by pain, ... although, after so much pleasure, Gisele thought that this would be the least of evils, since the compensation was absolutely full and satisfactory. She closed her eyes waiting for the contact of her skin with the cold floor of the dungeon that would become the stronghold of her own luck, ... the luck of being dominated and being owned by a vigorous and unscrupulous male who raped her and made her his mere object of personal satisfaction.
However, instead of the hard, cold floor, Gisele felt the soft, pleasant touch of clean sheets that adorned a wide bed of comfortable, cozy mattress. He laid it on the bed with the care of whoever deposits the most important thing he owns and after covering it with a blanket also soft and warm, he turned and walked towards the door. Gisele looked around, realizing that she was back in her room and that the little light that emanated from the broad-leaved window denoted that the day was giving its last signs of life, awaiting the arrival of the dark cloak of another night that would follow.
He then bolted the door and holding the doorknob with one hand and without turning to her said with a hoarse voice, tinged with tones of restraint and some hesitation: "Good night, ... sleep well, ... tomorrow we will go for a little walk, ... I want you to wear a very nice dress, but do not abuse the makeup, ... if you do, ... well, you already know what the punishment will be, don't you? "
<unk>I know, yes sir, ... don't worry, ... I'll be a good girl, ...<unk> - Gisele's voice sounded almost childish, with a tone of obedience and servitude, showing that she very much wished to satisfy that man in all her wills. He turned to her and by the look, Gisele realized that he had subtly smiled. She said good night to him and left the room closing the door behind her.
Gisele watched as the door closed and thought the best thing to do would be to sleep so that the night would pass quickly and the day would come at last, bringing back her master and lord.
Good night, my master, good night, my father.