Our eyes met for a moment, her cold glare upon me. I was pleading for compassion with the only thing I could use, my expression. Then as she set her lovely hand on her deliciously curvy hip, she threw her head back while giggled wickedly. "You want this from me, don't you? You're sick piece of shit, you know that you little slut?" She walked around to the head of the cold wooden table where my head was positioned, the click clack of her heels on the concrete floor amplified of the cold bare wall of her dungeon, where no-one could hear me.. Putting her hand on my forehead, she pulled my head upwards, looking me straight in the eyes. "You're not getting anything this time you cold hearted bitch. This is all about my pleasure, not yours. Do you understand me?"

 

Anger began washing over my face. My eyes and brows narrowed in on hers defiantly. If it weren't for this ball gag, I would've snapped at her like a crocodile.

 

Mistress Vixen had pulled a large dildo from under the table and showed it up to me. It was big and black and the largest dildo I had ever seen.

 

My eyes started to widen in fear of what was to come.

 

"This is going in you soon. It's going to burn like hell." She sneered. "But this may be the only pleasure you receive tonight."

 

I fought and pulled against the straps that bound me, but to no avail, it was useless.

 

She snickered. "Struggle and fight like the little bitch that you are."

 

I looked up at her hate and disdain filled my eyes, trying to curl my lip in a snarl despite the ball gag and the saliva dripping out of my mouth in strings.

 

"Oh, yes. You are not only a little bitch, but a big slut and big slut deserve only the biggest cocks, wouldn't you agree?" she chuckled to herself, She waved the black dildo in front of me, pressing it up to my nose. "Smell it. It smells like shit, why do you think that is?"

 

I nodded, pulling harder and fighting against bonds, desperately trying to break free.

 

Veins in my lithe arms were bulging while the muscles in my legs flexed from the stress under tension. My breasts were quite large, 38 D's. Men would often comment that I was built like a shit brick house behind my back. But none of that ever mattered. To women I was voluptuous and was considered a symbol of strong feminine beauty. But I was also quite strong as I'd always made an effort to work out and was quite the athlete. Most of the women I'd been with in my life were smaller and never much of a challenge. That is until today, which is why I guess I'm here. But I knew that I could definitely harm the Vixen if I ever broke loose.