The Animal Inside

She stands at the window, so absorbed in her thoughts, she doesn't realize she's not alone anymore. He speaks and she starts, snarling as the anger creeps up inside her. He hasn't done anything to cause it. She reacts to the internal turmoil going on inside that has no place outside of her mind and unknowingly unleashes it on him.

He grabs her, pulling her to him and she resists, pulling away with every ounce of strength she has. He lets her fall to the floor, a mess of spilled hair and feral growls. She leaps back up, ready for the fight she feels in her heart. He knows what she needs and meets her head to head, reaching behind to grab her hair at the base of her neck and forces her to her knees. He has never seen such a look of ferocity as he is seeing in her eyes now. He knows she needs the fight that he can give her. She needs to be broken so she can be remade whole and new.

He drops her to her knees by her hair and onto her stomach. Once there, she puts up more of a fight, causing him to put his knee into the middle of her back, then brings her hands behind her back so she can't hit him. He lifts her up and forces her down the stairs into the living room and then down more stairs into the basement, their own private soundproofed dungeon. Normally the soundproofing is because she can't keep silent, has no restraint. He loves this about her, that she gives herself entirely. Tonight it is to keep in the sounds of the animalistic frenzy she's worked herself into.

They have never had a scene like this before. He was expecting he would have to force her to reach this point. He's enjoying this side of her, even though he lets on nothing than what he wants her to see, his anger at her disobedience. He chains her to the cross with her front facing him. She snarls and growls, trying to bite him when he gets too close to her face. He slaps her once, quickly, across the face. This stops her from trying to bite but does not shut her up. Her anger fuels him on, feeding the flames of his desire.

He pulls out the clothes pins, putting first one and then the other onto her nipples. She struggles as much as she can within her restraints but it does no good. Next comes the bullwhip, marking her breasts, her stomach and her thighs. Each crack of the whip causes her to jerk and then she yowls with each pop of it against her skin. Red welts quickly begin to form and he stops, taking a moment to give her breathing room. Quickly and without warning, he snaps the whip twice and yanks the clothes pins off of her nipples. Her yowls fill the room. Normally he would take the time to soothe her now warm skin, but this is not the type of scene for that. That is not what she needs.

With a small flogger, he attacks her front more before relinquishing that to its resting place. She's still growling softly as he unties her and turns her around, so that her back faces the room. He pulls her had back by another handful of hair at the base of her neck and tells her everything he's going to do to her. Every dirty word uttered from his lips fuels her anger, which in turn fuels her desire. Her snarls hit a rhythm that matches the thwaps of the flogger hitting her back. Satisfied her back is warmed up, he pulls out the paddle and starts to work on her ass, turning both cheeks nice and lightly red.

Next come the canes, of varying sizes leaving marks across her ass and thighs. Her snarls have moans interspersed within them. Her upper thighs quiver just a small amount and he can smell her desire without even having touched her. He can tell she's ready for what is next. He unties her and lays her down on his new toy. Her arms are strapped down and her legs placed in cushioned slots before being strapped down as well. Then her legs are spread wide. He lets her see her position before he puts the blindfold on and then the room goes dark.

Everything is quiet for a time and then, almost as if it appeared by magic, she feels a touch on her legs, moving in and further up until a hand reaches her nexus, reaching to test her readiness. The hand is replaced by a cock. A large cock that thrusts in and fills her completely, stretching her just a bit. She gasps and arches up as much as her restraints let her as the pleasure consumes her.

He thrusts in and out of her, no gentleness in his touch, using her, taking his pleasure from her. She can't control the orgasms she feels as he fucks her. He cums and then is gone, not a word said to her. As soon as he is gone, another cock fills her up and fucks her, taking her with no sound other than his grunts of pleasure. Before long she can't remember how many men have fucked her, let alone how many orgasms she's had. She's not even sure she could remember her own name at this point.

Finally the assault on her pussy stops, leaving her trembling and breathless. After another round of quiet, she feels hands moving along her legs again and up to her stomach. She feels another cock but this one is not placed at her pussy as the rest were. This one is placed lower and she knows exactly who it is. He reaches down and squeezes her breasts hard enough to bruise them.

"You have been used tonight. And you will be used again. This time by me," he tells her. He reaches up and rips off her blindfold, wanting her to see him as he plunges into her ass and fucks her. There is no letting up even as she whimpers, taking his pleasure from her. He thrusts fast and hard, getting ever closer until, right at the edge, he reaches down and flicks her clit, causing her to orgasm once more, with him.

He withdraws and leaves her lying there and goes to clean himself up. Coming back, he takes off her restraints and picks her up, heading to a bathroom off to the side and lowers her in the water. He cleans her off, washing away her tears, cleaning away all residues from this night and even washes her hair. He then picks her up and takes her to a bed in another part of the dungeon and curls up with her in his arms. He strokes her hair and tells her how well she's done and how proud of her he is before they drift off to sleep, both of them weary and worn but satisfied from this night.