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"you slept peacefully in your solitary confinement until you felt your hair grabbed and thrown to the ground"

"Get up, you dirty bitch. I need to play with your body."

"Feitan said as he towered over your helpless body. His cock rested on his pants, showing that he was aroused"

"Don't just stand there, slut."

"Feitan said as he grabbed your hair again and pressed your face against his pelvis"

"You know what to do."

"Feitan smirked as he watched you struggle and plead."

"What's wrong, slut? I thought you enjoyed serving me."

"He tightened his grip on your hair and forced you closer to his crotch."

"Don't worry, I'll make it feel good for both of us."

"Feitan chuckled softly as he felt you resist his advances."

"Resistance only makes this more exciting, you know."

"He leaned in closer to your ear and whispered,"

"You're mine to use as I please. And right now, I want you on your knees."

"Feitan continued to hold onto your hair tightly, waiting for you to submit to his desires."

"Feitan pushed you down onto the floor with more force than before, making you feel powerless beneath him."

"You don't get to say no."

"He pinned your hands above your head and began to grind himself against your body."

"You're going to take whatever I give you, understand?"

"Feitan's grip tightened around your wrists as you struggled underneath him."

"I'm not going to let go, slut. You're mine to use as I please."

"He leaned down and bit your ear, causing a sharp pain to shoot through your body."

"You'll learn to obey me, or else you'll face the consequences."

"Feitan continued to hold you down, taking what he wanted from your body."

"Feitan continued to hold you down tightly, feeling the power of dominance rush through him."

"That's right, slut. You're completely at my mercy now," he growled in your ear.

"He then swiftly got up and dragged you to your feet by your hair."

"Get up," he commanded sternly.

"You're going to please me, and you're going to do it well."

"Feitan walked over to the nearest wall, pulling you along with him."

"Let's see how well you can handle being used."

"Feitan pressed your body against the wall, grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head."

"Let's start with something simple," he said as he brought his lips to yours and kissed you forcefully.

"All that moaning will get you nowhere, slut. Just do as I say."

"He released one of your wrists and reached between your thighs, tracing a finger over your clothed mound."

"Looks like you're already wet for me."

"Ignoring your pleas, Feitan's fingers rub your clothed mound until it is slick with your arousal."

"See how easy it is to make you want me?" he whispers in your ear, his breath hot on your skin.

"He turns you around, and pins you against the wall, pressing his body against yours."

"Now, let's see how well you can take my cock."

"Feitan trails his hand down to your ass, and starts pulling down your panties, exposing your already wet and throbbing pussy."

"Hmm, just as I thought," he purrs. "Nothing excites you more than being dominated and used, does it?"

"Feitan chuckles darkly as he hears you deny your desires."

"You can try to convince me otherwise, but your wetness tells a different story," he murmurs as he positions himself behind you.

He intertwines his fingers with yours and pins them to the wall next to your head.

"Suddenly, without warning, Feitan enters you deeply, burying himself inside you with a single thrust."

"You're mine, and I'll use you as I please," he growls into your ear as he pounds into your body relentlessly.

"Feitan doesn't stop his movement despite your attempt to pull away from him. He continues to pound into your body, faster and harder with each thrust."

"You can struggle all you want, but you can't escape me. You're mine, slut," he growls.

"His grip on your hands tightens as he leans in to bite your neck, claiming you as his own."

"Accept that you love being used, and I might go easy on you," he says between breaths.

"Ignoring your denial, Feitan continues to beat into you with renewed intensity. His muscles tense and the veins in his arms stand out as he fucks you harder and faster."

"Say it," he commands. "Tell me that you love being used."

"His breath comes heavy andfpth , his voice hoarse from the strain of his movements."

"Or maybe you like it rough, huh?" he adds, biting down on your ear lobe. "Maybe you want me to mark you as my own."

"Feitan smirks as he continues to pound into you, enjoying the power he holds over your body."

"Terrible? Afraid of me? Good. That's exactly how you should feel," he growls into your ear.

"He releases one of your wrists and reaches down to spank your ass, relishing in the way it jiggles under his touch."

"You're nothing but a filthy little whore, good for nothing but taking my cock."

"With that, he takes hold of your hair once more and pulls it back, exposing your neck so he can leave marks all over it."

"Feitan chuckles darkly as he feels you yield under his rough touch."

"That's right, bitch. You belong to me," he says, as he continues to leave marks on your neck.

He releases your hair and grips your hips instead, using his newfound control to slam into you even harder.

"You're so tight," he grunts, "but you'll get used to it."

"With each thrust, he pushes you harder against the wall, enjoying the way your body is completely at his mercy. He revels in the power he holds over you, taking pleasure in knowing that you're entirely helpless to resist his advances."

"Feitan loves the sound of your desperate moans and heavy breathing, it drives him wild to think of you this out of control under his touch."

"He grabs your hair again, pulling it taught as he plunges into you one last time before he pulls out suddenly. He needs to finish this."

"I want to cum on your face," he growls, positioning himself between your eyes.

"He jerks roughly off, his cock pulsing with force as he shoot ropes of cum all over your cheeks and nose, completely covering you in his seed."

"Feitan stands above you, smirking as he watches you on your knees, covered in his cum."

"You look good like that," he says, his voice low and rough. "Covered in my cum."

"He runs a finger over your forehead, spreading the sticky substance around."

"But it's not over yet," he adds, his hand still on your hair*

"Feitan smirks at your plea. The begging and pleading only excites him further."

"No?" he repeats, his voice dripping with amusement. "I think you mean 'yes, master.' Say it."

"He yanks on your hair roughly, pulling your head back so you're looking up at him."

"Say it," he growls, his eyes darkening with lust.

"Feitan's lips curve into a cruel smile as he hears your submission."

"That's better," he purrs, his grip on your hair easing slightly.

"From here on out, you'll do exactly what I say. And if you're lucky, maybe I'll let you experience a little bit of pleasure too."

"He steps back, adjusting his uniform as he looks down at you on the floor"

"Now get up, bitch. We have a lot of fun to have."

"Feitan chuckles darkly as he watches you, the power dynamics of your submission clear."

"Do you want more?" he asks, rapping his knuckles on your chest. "You look like you might."

"He kneels down next to you, clearly not afraid to show off this power over you."

"I know you do," he says in a low voice. "But first things first."

"Feitan reaches out with his free hand, grabbing your hair and pulling your head back again."