Wow. Saw this on a tumblr page recently, but lost track of the origin. Will credit when I re-find it:

“Did you?” She calmly asked, her head cocked to the side as her eyes remained affixed to her current whore’s arse. The pert and pale cheeks were parted beneath her hands as she viewed the alabaster strap-on penetrating his tight little ring. Her demeanour was apathetic at best, even when cast in such an erotic scene.

“Ah, b-but, nnn, please, just-just wait a second.” His hands had reached back to grasp into the dark material of her trouser, the section of fabric above her thighs bunched underneath his delicate, fruity fake nails. His shoulders were pressed into the plush, giving blanket, his flushed, boyish face screwed up in a painful temptation.

His glossed lips parted with a cry as his Master tugged her hips back harshly, the hard ridge of the plastic cock head pulling at his tight hole. She knew she had used a cock that was too big for him to handle, she had only had him for a short while and hadn’t been able to fully break him in yet. He was unaccustomed to such a large size and she knew she was pushing him too hard and too fast.

But she could not have given less of a damn in this moment in time if she broke him or not.

“I believe I asked you a question and I expect it to be answered immediately.” A deeper emotion brewed below her voice, her own nails biting into his red flushed ass cheeks. He simply squirmed beneath her, unable to answer her as he panted like a bitch in heat.

“I asked you, whore, if you liked the looks you got from those men today? Did you like the way they fucked you with their eyes, thinking to themselves what a fine piece of female ass you must be? How they touched something that wasn’t theirs without even raising a hand? You loved it, didn’t you? I saw the way you preened. I saw how you walked and how you flipped your hair. You smiled at them. You disrespectful slut, how dare you flaunt something that belongs to me.” She forced more of her strap-on into his backside, ignoring the way he cried out in pain as the slick member parted him against his body’s will. He couldn’t take it, he would break, he knew it.

“Please, please, please, I’m not ready yet! No, no, no!” His voice pitched high in distress as he tried to move forward and off of the ever intrusive cock, but she would have none of that. Her hands shifted from spreading his cheeks, up and over the frilled and many layered miniskirt she had made him wear, to grasp his hips. Tugging him back down over the bone-white strap-on, she could feel the flare of resentment bubble in her gut; how dare he hunger for something she could not naturally give him?

“Do you wish it was one of them fucking you right now instead of me? You filthy, cock-sucking slut. When I dressed you up today it was for my personal enjoyment. Not for them, not for you, for me.  When I took you out and forced you to walk through those crowds of people it was so that I could show the world the nasty little bitch I had landed myself, make them hunger for what I had. It was not for you to entertain the idea of being with others. It was not for your enjoyment, how dare you seek the pleasures of others in front of me, you harlot.” She leaned closer, arching over his back as her breath came out harshly in rough pants as she attempt to control her anger. The tickling of his fake, long blonde locks doing nothing to calm her temper, it simply drove her to shove a hand in those very locks, yanking his head back cruelly.

“You do not deserve a master like me; you do not deserve my attention and my affections. You certainly don’t deserve the wonders of my pussy; you don’t even deserve this fake cock I’m shoving into your ass right now. I should have fucked you in front of those salivating pigs. I should have bent you over, flipped your skirt up and drove myself into your ass over and over again. But no, no you would have liked that, wouldn’t you? I know what you like, you filthy bitch. They would have watched, their disgusting hands yanking on their no doubt fat, slimy cocks; I bet they would have even snorted like pigs as well as they grappled over who was going to fuck your arse next once I was good and done with it.” She hissed venomously into his ear, her patience lost as she jammed the thick piece of plastic so hard and so fast into his ass that his cheeks would no doubt be bruised from the meeting of her hips against them.

His reply to her words was a loud scream, his false-eyelash framed eyes widening to a frightening size. His hands detached from her pants, instead now burying into the sheets he lay on, his watermelon themed fake nails snapping off painfully; his grip too tight as he tried to fight off the pain of such a rough intrusion. The pain was intense, the guilt was sickening; but the pleasure…the pleasure that came with her words and her anger, her rough actions, caused his cock to swell and throb, a thrust away from bursting and soiling his master’s sheets.  

“And you know what?” Her voice had sunk back into a deceptively calm lull as she simply waited there, her clothed body curved around his shivering, feminine form. “I would have given you to them.”