[i lowkey got distracted halfway through so sozzles if there's a bit of a disconnect. typical zoomer, i know.]
It'd be pretty fucked up if you woke up to the feeling of my fists sinking into your body, tearing you from your dreams into reality. You'd groan, barely registering reality. The darkness from your sleep still clamping your eyes shut until they flutter away.
You'd yelp as you see my fist barreling straight to your jaw, trying to dodge the blow but only making the impact so much more painful.
"Aww, good morning, princess," I'd say, dragging my knuckles down from your temples to your jaw. "I thought I'd give you a little good morning present. Some boyfriends wake their women up with pancakes or something. I thought you'd enjoy this more. But... let me know if you want me to stop!"
As I speak, you'd begin to feel soreness bubbling across your body, all the different places I'd pummelled you before you finally awoke. Immediately, you'd try to say, "No."
"This is horrendous, you sick bastard."
"Get off me, you monster."
Except none of the words come out. Not a single one. It's not fear that would stop you from talking but a gag. Tape plastered firmly across your mouth, locking your jaw in place. You'd try to speak again. And again. You'd see me lift my hand. You'd try again. My hand would descend. And you'd try yelling now, kicking and screaming and exploding in pain as my fist meets your body.
"Aww, if you like it this much, you must want to get fucked, huh? You pervy little thing," I'd say with a light laugh. The laugh of a devil. You'd shake your head vigourously, holding your legs shut as I force them open. You'd land a kick against my body, earning you several quick, sharp jabs to yours, each one causing you to squeal in pain. Like a violent animal letting out his anger on some poor victim.
I'd roughly force my cock inside you, groaning at your fear. Moaning as you sob, your tears only encouraging me to fuck you harder.
"Remember, all you have to say is 'no' and I'll stop right away."
You'd scream. In your mind, your scream could tear down walls and split men apart at their seams. In reality, it'd barely make it past the tape slapped across your mouth. You'd feel so weak. So much weaker than you'd ever thought of yourself.
You'd see fireworks in the night sky as another fist pounds your skull. You'd feel your cunt become slippery and wet, and harsher, mocking words whispered into your ears. About how your cunt's betraying you. About how it knows what you really need.
Like ivy crawling up your spine, a strange concoction of fear and lust would overpower you. Just a victim for me. A hole. A set of fleshlights and a pair of tits wrapped up in the guise of a girlfriend for me. Like a gazelle being mauled away at by lion. Strength would leave you. Drain out of you as you begin to accept your fate. A limp, broken fuckdoll.
And with another grunt and punch, you'd become a limp, broken fuckdoll leaking cum out of your fertile womb.