He left marks on me today. Not the kind that fade. Not bruises or bite marks. Something deeper. He made me look in the mirror while he slid his fingers inside my ass, telling me to watch how a real slut takes it. I did. I watched my own face, the tears, the shame… and then I watched my body respond. My tits got heavy, my nipples so hard they ached, and my pussy just got wetter. I came from being fucked in the ass for the first time in my life, screaming into the gag he’d stuffed in my mouth. The orgasm was a violent, shuddering wave of pure betrayal. My body isn’t mine anymore. It’s his. A tool for his pleasure that now craves the very violation that breaks my soul. All for a boy who will never know the price of his freedom.