Tyrone's and Emma's relationship began online. They met on an avatar site and were both very into kinky ideas. A relationship soon hit off but it was never a steady one. A few weeks into the relationship, Emma ran off. Why? Was it because Tyrone was too controlling? Was it because he wasn't good enough? He seemed to think so for months. Until they met again online and got back in a relationship once again. But, as clockwork depicted, she ran off once more. Tyrone was distraught and sad because she ran off again. He blamed himself further, going off into deep moods of depression. Then, nearly a year later…
"Hey…" A message appeared online from a name Tyrone knew too well. "How have you been?"
"Hey," He just replied to Emma easily. "I'm okay, and you?"
"I'm okay, but…"
"I'm with this guy but he's barely online. I don't know, it's just weird."
They talked for a while and managed to reconnect as friends, at the least. She spoke with him about her griefs for the past few days as they had managed to make up, but one day, about three days after, Tyrone asked her this.
"Do you want to leave him?" Her answer was swift, replying nearly as soon as he sent it.
"Yes, and I want to be yours," She told him. Tyrone agreed, and once again, they entered an online master/slave relationship.
At first, it was simple online play with sexual RPs and fantasy talk, but Tyrone asked her for pictures of herself because he wanted to see his slave. And she obliged because he never forced her to do anything. He treated her as a partner, as someone who could say no and feel uncomfortable. And in all honesty, she disliked it. Not because she hated feeling like a partner, but because she hated the new feelings. Those... loving feelings and those scared her. Then, one day in July, she left him. It wasn't because she was angry, upset, or sad. She wasn't sure if she was good enough because she continued to make excuses to not take pictures or be a good girl to him, even though she was constantly a brat and misspoke or disrespected him.
Two weeks passed by and they ended up back together, but this time, Tyrone had more control over her. It was still online until Tyrone dropped an announcement.
"I'm moving," He told her.
"Where to?" She asked, not sure how to react since he told her unexpectedly.
"About 30 minutes from you."
Her heart both sank and floated because it was a huge shock. She was nervous at first since she told him she was 26 and a college graduate when she really was a high school graduate and she was 18 while he was 23. She just graduated a month ago.
"That's really great!" Even though she was nervous, she was actually very happy because her boyfriend/master would be living close to her.
"Yeah and guess what? I'm going to have you move in with me!"
She was again in shock, but this time, she was more in a squirmy mood because she remembered all the times she was a brat and how he would punish her. She was both heavily excited and terrified.
Two months pass by and they live together. Though it's not a sex-filled life. Emma constantly held off on sex because she wanted to wait until marriage. But that was a lie. She was just nervous and wanted to see him take advantage of her and control her as he said he would in previous chats, but instead he was more gentle and a quiet partner who didn't mouth her off even though she was constantly a brat. Even though she liked waiting, she constantly felt unattractive because he never touched her inappropriately or did things without her consent.
Then, one day, Emma decided to leave for a week to visit her family. But that week was her last week of freedom.
When Emma returned from her trip, instead of a hug, she got a kiss from Tyrone. Then, without warning, he slapped her, hard. Emma yelped out and was in shock but she was pushed onto the sofa and had her sundress pulled up. Her red panties were soaked as Tyrone forcefully pulled them off. He exposed her wet hole, and just as he did, he shoved in two fingers, roughly abusing her cunt as she squirmed on the sofa, getting turned on but also trying to get him to stop. She was relieved once he pulled his fingers out, but it was only for a second as she saw him down his joggers to reveal his fat cock.
He pounced on her plump, fat body and shoved his cock into her pussy after her attempts to fight back were squashed by his strength. She opened her mouth to scream but was met with a rough slap.
"Fucking scream and I'll punch you, bitch," He told her aggressively through grunts.
Even though she was enjoying this, he was taking her virginity, something she always said she had never lost until now. She always used toys for him on video, but never had she taken his real cock until now. And now she was being raped. His thrusts grew stronger as he choked her. Her fat, DDD breasts bounced and bounced with each thrust he gave. Her breasts began to peek out until one fully flopped out with his rough thrusts. He let go of her throat and pulled out his cock from her pussy. She had come while being raped and enjoyed it. She was finally happy to know he wanted her. But that satisfaction quickly turned to fear as Tyrone flipped her onto her stomach.
Emma felt her sundress get pushed up and felt as her ass cheeks were spread apart. She was confused at first, but fear quickly took over as she felt his massive, black head touch her virgin asshole. In desperation, she tried to crawl on the sofa, but her movements were stopped once he grabbed a thick amount of her hair and pulled it back roughly. Her asshole puckered and sputtered as fear continued to take over. Then, in the haste of it, she felt her body move back closer to his. He prodded at her asshole at first, then slowly, he shoved his head into her tight, brown hole.
"It hurts!!!" She screamed out. But Tyrone didn't care. He shoved her face into the sofa cushions and slowly inched his cock into her asshole without any lube. "Please!!! Stop!!" Her muffled screams weren't heard by him, or he simply didn't care how much pain she was in. Tyrone just kept pushing his cock in until it was more than halfway inside. He didn't move thereafter. He just stayed still. Emma's cries were growing quiet soon after, but they began to get louder as Tyrone once again moved. His thrusts were strong as he began to fuck her asshole roughly. To him, it felt like he was using his hand to masturbate, but to Emma, it felt so unpleasant. She was in pain. His fat cock was scraping her asshole. It didn't feel like how it did when he fucked her pussy. It felt so much worse to her. It was almost as if she was being fucked by a water bottle full of lead. It hurt her for what seemed like ages when in reality, it was just five minutes.
Pulling her hair back roughly, he shoved all of his cock into her asshole and began to fuck her ass even more roughly. Emma was crying from the pain. She felt completely violated by her master, her boyfriend, and even though it was a complete violation of her body, she felt herself grow increasingly wet. Her own body was betraying her. She was being raped and her body could only enjoy the pleasure. In her mind, she was fighting against this feeling. She never liked anal, but now? She was loving this violation. In the midst of it, she began to actually moan through the pain. It was rape. It was everything a woman doesn’t want to go through, but here she was; moaning like a whore.
Much to her dismay, Tyrone pulled his cock from her asshole slowly. He was panting softly as his cock was resting against her fat, Latina ass. Emma was disappointed because she was going to cum, but it was denied from her. She just stayed still on the sofa, hoping he would either stop… or continue.
“Get your fat ass up,” He commanded her. Emma didn’t move. Tyrone tugged her hair roughly and pulled her head up. “Didn’t you fucking hear me? Get. Your. Fat. Ass. Up. NOW.”
Emma listened this time, standing up with her head hanging low. She felt scared to look at him. He didn’t hesitate to slap her cheek. Tears formed in her eyes as her cheek stung.
“Who told you to do all that you did?” He asked her.
“W-what did I d-do…?” She asked him, shaking softly. “I-I’ve been a goo-”
Smack! Another slap was given to her. Emma was really close to crying now. Her cheek stung even more.
“Do you know what you did?” Emma shook her head as she looked down at the floor. Tyrone took a deep breath and began to list everything. “You constantly backtalk, you’ve been a brat, you always make excuses to have sex even when you promise me you’re ready, you ran away and broke up with me three times already, you always make it seem like I do everything wrong, you never clean or cook… there’s so much more. But that’s all I’ll say.”
Tyrone had so much anger in his voice. Emma was shaking as she took very shaky breaths. She knew she wasn’t good. She ran away because she believed he deserved better, but she never once thought he would want her. Tears flowed down her full cheeks as she held herself. She deserved punishment. She knew she did. And now she’s going to be punished entirely.
“Follow me,” He told her. Emma followed behind him quickly. It only took seconds before they reached their destination: his man cave. He opened the door and pushed her inside. Emma gasped as she saw a twin bed on the ground, a cage, a pet bowl, and a security camera. She had so many thoughts flow into her head but only one came out in words.
“Am I going to be broken, Sir?” She asked out loud, quickly covering her mouth after.
“Strip and put on what’s on the bed,” Tyrone told her. She stripped out of the sundress and stood naked as she got to the bed. On it, she found a full-body harness, a mask, and a mouth gag. She didn’t want to, but knowing something worse would happen if she didn’t, she got into the harness and put on the gag and mask. She couldn’t see anything, but she heard her master walk. He pushed her onto the bed. She wanted to gasp but let out a muffled sound with drool escaping from the side of her mouth.
She then felt rope be tied to her wrists and ankles. She tried to push against him and failed. Her wrists were tied and pulled above her head, tied tightly to a metal frame while her legs were pulled up and split apart, exposing her drooling, wet fuck hole. She heard nothing but a shuffling sound for a moment then felt something cold be pressed against her stomach. She shivered from the sudden temperature and felt tape cover her stomach and the object on her. She was in anticipation as she didn’t know what would happen. Then, it turned on. Her body went into complete shock as she moaned through the gag. A vibrating toy was used on her. It was directly on her clit, forcing her into complete sensory overload as she squirmed and humped, hoping to get it to stop being so intense, but her efforts were in vain. It was taped to her. Emma was about to orgasm when she finally heard his voice.
“If you cum, I won’t be merciful on you anymore,” Tyrone said in a stoic and cold tone. It didn’t stop her as Emma came violently. Her body spasmed as she came. Her muffled moans were sounding like muffled screams. “I see. Well then, mercy is for the weak.” His voice sounded cold, almost excited that she disobeyed, and Emma was scared… She was scared and excited.
The vibrations on the toy grew stronger and more random as Emma squirmed around. Then, she heard the door open and close. “Phhmph?” She asked, trying to say master, but no sound or word was heard. Soon, she began to have a panic attack after receiving no answer from several attempts of her calling out, or at least attempting to. Her mind wandered and she couldn’t do more than cry. Maybe he’s done with me, She thought. I’ve been a horrible girlfriend. He took care of me, he did everything to make me happy, even waited for me and what did I do? Break his heart. I don’t deserve him.
She began to cry as her body endured the countless pleasure. But her tears grew weaker as she felt her orgasm build up again. Through her tears, her body once again betrayed her as she came, her body squirming through it. Then, the door opened again. Her tears were flowing still as her master returned. He was only gone for ten minutes. To her, it felt like an hour. But he didn’t return empty-handed…
End of Part 1