>God everything hurt, everything was either bruised or worse 
>”Poor little ting didn’t even know he was in a trap!” A female voice, before a laughter erupted from her
>Her name was serafine, and she was a real piece of work
>”Hmm, I tink dere is someting about dis one that interests me”
>She turns around, her white fur and black hair clashing
>”I won’t kill you, but what happens next has to stay under wraps, ok?”
>You can’t say anything, the cloth they shoved into your mouth gags you and prevents you from talking
>”Don’t worry, Mon Ami, I’ll talk good care of you”
>She gives a sly, smug smile, like she was looking at you like a cut of fresh meat 
>She grabs a piece of cloth, wrapping it around your eyes as a makeshift blindfold
>Your forced to stand on bruised legs, and the sounds of a busy street are replaced 
>it’s now quiet, but music is playing somewhere, you hear a door open
>Your forced to sit on something soft, but it squeaks under your weight
>The bandana is removed, and it’s revealed that you’re in some kind of hotel suite, but it’s been…specially decorated 
>Its like a bayou in a room, the topping of all this was a crocodile skeleton hung by wires on the ceiling 
>And you weren’t alone, there was a small crowd of people, and the white cat in front of you 
>Gone is the three piece suit, a more casual suit with a bone necklace is worn
>Completely barefoot
>Lastly her slicked back hair was loosened, her curls flow freely now
>She sits down on a chair near the couch you were sitting on
>”Look, I don’t care for any of this voodoo hoodoo nonsense, if you want info on my gang, then just ask”
>She gets up, and just as she gets close enough, but before she can talk
>You hack a massive spit at her face, with a resounding “Fuck you!” As well
>She looks unimpressed, disappointed, even
>”Going to be a difficult one, aren’t you? Alright, everyone out, I’ll deal with this myself”
>she motioned the entire group to the main lobby, when everyone left, she locked the door
>she calmly walked to you, then proceeded to throw you to the ground
>”You could have made this easy, but you jus’ had to be tough.”
>she pokes at your suit vest buttons with a blade
>”If you don’t want in, I’ll force you, truth be told, I’ve seen you before”
>”I’ve seen what is behind those eyes, you want this, no? To be dominated by me, no?”
>She used said blade to cut a hole in her suit pants, and she is completely commando
>Her black pubic hair, unkempt, clashes with the surrounding white fur and pink flesh
>She soon slams her pussy onto your face, and her scent is overwhelming 
>The smell of Dirt, Blood, and Musk flood your nose, the scent unbearable to you
>She begins to motion her hips, spreading her juices across your face 
>”If you want me so bad, I’ll make sure everyone knows dat”
>”One way or another”
>Using the blade, she makes a small cut to your suit, exposing your bruised chest
>She gets up, but your still stunned from her scent and juices
>She begins to straddle you, blade worryingly close to your crotch 
>”Don’t worry, mon Cher, I won’t cut off your little friend, but I can’t say de same for your chest”
>Sure enough, just above your right nipple, she begins carving a symbol into your chest >It hurts, so fucking bad, but she used her other hand to choke you
>After some time, the symbol is done, and a pad of gauze covers it, but she isn’t done
>Still on top of you, she grips your dick in a vice grip
>She begins to forcefully jerk you off, while schlicking herself to keep her libido high
>After some time, you feel like you’re getting close, and just before you cum
>She lets go, you go barely over the edge, it’s a mixture of pain and pleasure, a ruined orgasm
>Giggling, she turns around, seeing you so desperate for pleasure 
>”Don’t worry, Mon Ami, we’ve got all night to get friendly together”
>She grabs your dick again, slightly soft, and forces it into her pussy
“Starting now”
>She slams down in your hips, giving you a smug grin
>After some time on the wooden floor, she soon grabbed your legs, forcing you to bend in half
>She began to slam even harder, uncaring for your bruised body, if anything, it added to her pleasure 
>”Maybe dis is why you act tough, you like dis, don’t you, to be put in your place”
>She gets close enough for a kiss
>And by ‘kiss’ it was forcing her rough tongue down your throat 
>After a few moments, you feel yourself getting close again
>”Don’t worry, dis time, I’ll make sure you get your pleasure 
>Soon, you cum inside her, she stops for a moment
>But just as you thought it was over, she began again
>”Oh, no, we are not stopping until I get off too, I don’t care if it’s too uncomfortable for you”
>She begins to increase in speed, you beg her to stop
>Your dick is too sensitive from the orgasm, but she isn’t stopping
>Soon, your mind in overwhelmed in your pleasure, overstimulated by her pussy
>She only has that smug look on her face
>The one that indicated she isn’t stopping anytime soon 
>Hours pass, and you felt like you cum more times than you can count 
>By the time she got her fill, your mind and body were completely broken and numb
>Your balls have been drained dry, and used until you were shooting nothing, and then some
>You couldn’t move a finger, and your rational thinking was foggy within your mind 
>Serafine simply makes you cuddle her on a couch while she smokes a cigar 
>Your mind is now broken, and you only know one thing now
>Mistress demands loyalty, and loyalty will be rewarded with pleasure