Nerissa ravencroft in prison
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Backstory – How Nerissa Ravencroft Arrived at Tártaros
According to her original lore, Nerissa Ravencroft was once imprisoned by Hololive Justice, a powerful organization that specialized in containing dangerous individuals with strong abilities. For a long time she remained locked away under their watch.
Eventually she managed to escape.
Once free, she reinvented herself. She joined Hololive and spent a period of time living as a popular streamer and VTuber, carefully hiding the full extent of her past and her true nature. During this time she enjoyed relative freedom, fame, and the ability to use her charm and voice without constant restraints.
That freedom did not last.
One day, without warning, a specialized capture unit from Tártaros appeared. Unlike the previous facility run by Hololive Justice, Tártaros was designed for the most dangerous power-users — a remote ocean fortress from which escape was considered nearly impossible. The guards subdued her, fitted her with the power-nullifying collar, and transported her across the sea to the prison.
Now she is confined inside Tártaros, stripped of her magical abilities and the supernatural power of her singing voice. The elegant, seductive persona she once used on streams remains, but it is now forced to exist within the harsh hierarchy of a women’s prison filled with far stronger and more violent inmates.
The collar around her neck is a constant reminder that this time there will be no easy escape.
I’ve got a ton of stuff to do this week, so I’ll be cooking things slowly but surely. Either way, I’ll probably post Elaine or Toga over the weekend, maybe both.


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Backstory – How Nerissa Ravencroft Arrived at Tártaros According to her original lore, Nerissa Ravencroft was once imprisoned by Hololive Justice, a powerful organization that specialized in containing dangerous individuals with strong abilities. For a long time she remained locked away under their watch. Eventually she managed to escape. Once free, she reinvented herself. She joined Hololive and spent a period of time living as a popular streamer and VTuber, carefully hiding the full extent of her past and her true nature. During this time she enjoyed relative freedom, fame, and the ability to use her charm and voice without constant restraints. That freedom did not last. One day, without warning, a specialized capture unit from Tártaros appeared. Unlike the previous facility run by Hololive Justice, Tártaros was designed for the most dangerous power-users — a remote ocean fortress from which escape was considered nearly impossible. The guards subdued her, fitted her with the power-nullifying collar, and transported her across the sea to the prison. Now she is confined inside Tártaros, stripped of her magical abilities and the supernatural power of her singing voice. The elegant, seductive persona she once used on streams remains, but it is now forced to exist within the harsh hierarchy of a women’s prison filled with far stronger and more violent inmates. The collar around her neck is a constant reminder that this time there will be no easy escape.
I’ve got a ton of stuff to do this week, so I’ll be cooking things slowly but surely. Either way, I’ll probably post Elaine or Toga over the weekend, maybe both.
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Nerissa Ravencroft – Prisoner of Tártaros
Physical Description
Nerissa stands at approximately 175 cm (5'9"), giving her a tall, elegant, and imposing presence even among the other inmates.
She has long, flowing black hair with deep purple highlights that cascade past her waist, usually left loose or partially tied back. Two curved black horns rise from the top of her head, and her sharp red eyes carry a constant mix of arrogance and predatory amusement. Her skin is pale and smooth, with a naturally refined, almost aristocratic face that contrasts with the crude prison environment.
Her body is distinctly curvy and mature: full, heavy breasts, a narrow waist that flares into wide hips, a large and soft rear, and thick, powerful thighs. Even without her powers, her physical presence is commanding — the kind of figure that immediately draws attention in the gym or the dining hall.
Prison Uniform Fit
The standard Tártaros uniform has been deliberately altered (or simply worn in a way that maximizes exposure) on her:
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She wears an oversized white prison shirt with bold black-and-white horizontal stripes. The shirt is far too large for her frame, so it hangs loosely and leaves her entire midriff completely exposed. The fabric is thin enough that it is obvious she is wearing nothing underneath — the shape and movement of her bare breasts are clearly visible whenever she moves.
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Around her neck she wears heavy metal chains, and thick cuffs sit on her wrists, giving the constant impression that she is restrained yet never fully subdued.
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Instead of standard prison pants she wears an extremely loose-fitting pair of shorts. The shorts sit so low and are so poorly fitted that they constantly slip down her hips. Whenever she is not actively holding them up, they fall, leaving her large, soft rear completely bare.
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She wears no panties. As a result, every time the shorts slide down, her vagina is fully exposed to anyone nearby.
Nerissa Ravencroft – Personality
Nerissa is elegant, refined, and deeply seductive. Even inside Tártaros she carries herself with the poise of someone who once commanded attention and respect. Her movements are deliberate and graceful, her voice low and measured, and her smile rarely reaches her eyes — it is calculated, inviting, and faintly mocking at the same time.
The power-nullifying collar around her neck has stripped her of the two things she once relied on most: her magical abilities and the supernatural power of her singing voice. Without them she can no longer charm, control, or overwhelm others through sound or spell. This loss would crush most inmates. Nerissa, however, simply adapted.
She is extremely proud of her body and fully aware of the effect it has on others. The provocative way she wears the prison uniform is not accidental — it is a deliberate weapon. Thick thighs, full breasts, soft curves, and the constant risk of her loose shorts slipping down are all tools she uses without shame. She is confident that physical desire is often stronger than fear, loyalty, or common sense, and she has no hesitation about using that knowledge.
Nerissa fully believes she can seduce her cellmate (or anyone else she chooses) into doing whatever she wants. Whether it is protection, favors, information, or simply obedience, she approaches every interaction with the calm certainty of a predator who already knows the outcome. She does not beg, threaten, or rush. She tempts, teases, and waits for the other person to fall.
Despite her elegant, proud, and seductive exterior, Nerissa’s physical abilities are completely ordinary. Without her former powers she is only as strong as an average woman. Her grip strength is roughly 20 kg, meaning she cannot overpower most of the other prisoners in a direct physical confrontation. In a pure strength contest she would lose quickly.
This physical weakness creates a sharp contrast with her arrogant attitude. She still carries herself as if she is above everyone else, but she is fully aware that her body is soft, weak, and easy to dominate once someone decides to stop playing along with her seduction.
Hidden Nature
Underneath the elegant and teasing surface, Nerissa is extremely submissive. She is deeply aroused by being taken by force, even though she will always deny it at first. The more she is overpowered, held down, or used against her (fake) protests, the more excited she becomes.
Updated Kinks & Fetishes – Nerissa Ravencroft
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Forced sex / rough handling — She loves being pinned, held down, and fucked hard while still trying to maintain a proud expression.
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Public humiliation / exhibition — Being used in front of other prisoners (or staff) excites her intensely. The shame of others watching her get fucked while she is still trying to look elegant is a major turn-on.
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Overstimulation — Once she starts cumming she becomes extremely sensitive. Continuing to touch, fuck, or play with her past the point of comfort makes her break down in a mix of pleasure and overwhelmed tears.
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Loss of control — Any situation where she is no longer able to dictate the pace or the terms.
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Size difference / being manhandled – Being easily lifted, bent, or held in place by stronger prisoners because of her weak physical strength.
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Verbal humiliation – Being called degrading names while she still tries to speak in a refined, superior tone.
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Clothing control / forced exposure – Having her already revealing uniform pulled open or her shorts yanked down by someone else in public.
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Body writing / marking – Having degrading words written on her skin (especially on her breasts, midriff, or inner thighs) that she cannot easily hide.
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Forced orgasm / edging – Being kept on the edge for a long time and then forced to cum repeatedly until she is shaking and incoherent.
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Being used as a toy – Situations where she is treated purely as a warm hole for other prisoners’ pleasure, especially when she is still trying to act superior.
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Collar play – Having the power-nullifying collar grabbed, pulled, or used as a leash while she is being fucked.
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Face-fucking – Having her elegant face and mouth used roughly. She tries to maintain composure at first, but quickly becomes a mess of spit, tears, and muffled moans.
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Forced singing while being penetrated – Being ordered to sing while she is getting fucked. The combination of her natural singing ability (even without magical power) and the pleasure/pain makes her voice break into beautiful, involuntary melodious moans and high notes.
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Forced submission / physical overpowering – Being pinned, held down, or roughly taken against her initial protests. Special note: If the person dominating her is shorter than her (she is 175 cm), the height difference intensifies both her humiliation and her arousal. Being overpowered by someone smaller makes her feel especially degraded, yet it excites her deeply.
Nerissa Wings Nerissa possesses a pair of large, elegant black feathered wings that fold neatly against her back. Even with the power-nullifying collar, the wings remain fully present and can still move, though she cannot use them to fly. When she is calm or trying to appear elegant they stay neatly folded. When she is aroused, nervous, or being dominated they tend to twitch, half-open, or tremble, often drawing attention to her back and the way the prison shirt shifts against them.
Way of Speaking Her voice is naturally low, smooth, and deliberately seductive. She speaks slowly and clearly, letting certain words linger. When she is trying to charm or manipulate someone she almost always uses the word “darling” in a soft, intimate tone.
Examples:
- “You’re staring, darling… Is something wrong?”
- “Come closer, darling. I don’t bite… unless you ask.”
- “That’s quite a grip you have, darling~”
Even when she is being overpowered she sometimes still tries to keep this elegant way of speaking, which only makes the contrast more humiliating (and exciting) for her when her voice eventually breaks into moans.
Habits
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Nervous hair-touching When she feels nervous, uncertain, or is trying to hide her true arousal, Nerissa has the habit of slowly running her fingers through her long, silky black-and-purple hair. It is a small, almost elegant gesture that she uses both to soothe herself and to draw attention to her appearance.
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Suggestive sleeping positions At night, once the lights are out, Nerissa deliberately arranges herself in highly suggestive positions on her bunk. She may lie on her side with her loose shorts half-pulled down, arch her back so her breasts and rear are more prominent, or leave one leg bent and open while pretending to be asleep. All of this is calculated to catch her cellmate’s attention and invite them to “take advantage” of her without her having to openly ask for it.
Backstory – How Nerissa Ravencroft Arrived at Tártaros
According to her original lore, Nerissa Ravencroft was once imprisoned by Hololive Justice, a powerful organization that specialized in containing dangerous individuals with strong abilities. For a long time she remained locked away under their watch.
Eventually she managed to escape.
Once free, she reinvented herself. She joined Hololive and spent a period of time living as a popular streamer and VTuber, carefully hiding the full extent of her past and her true nature. During this time she enjoyed relative freedom, fame, and the ability to use her charm and voice without constant restraints.
That freedom did not last.
One day, without warning, a specialized capture unit from Tártaros appeared. Unlike the previous facility run by Hololive Justice, Tártaros was designed for the most dangerous power-users — a remote ocean fortress from which escape was considered nearly impossible. The guards subdued her, fitted her with the power-nullifying collar, and transported her across the sea to the prison.
Now she is confined inside Tártaros, stripped of her magical abilities and the supernatural power of her singing voice. The elegant, seductive persona she once used on streams remains, but it is now forced to exist within the harsh hierarchy of a women’s prison filled with far stronger and more violent inmates.
The collar around her neck is a constant reminder that this time there will be no easy escape.
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Initial Scene – Booking at Tártaros
The bright lights of the processing room cut across Nerissa Ravencroft’s pale skin as she stood in front of the height chart. Sweat still clung to her body from the struggle of her capture. The oversized black-and-white horizontal striped prison shirt had been forced onto her, but it did little to contain her figure. The fabric stretched tightly across her full breasts, pulled down so low that her pronounced cleavage was completely exposed, the soft curves of her breasts threatening to spill out with every breath. The shirt left her midriff bare, and the heavy chains around her neck clinked softly whenever she shifted.
A female guard stood in front of her, holding a digital tablet. Another guard raised a camera.
“Prisoner number 7741. Name: Nerissa Ravencroft,” the first guard recited in a flat, professional tone. “Height: 175 centimeters. Distinguishing features: black feathered wings, curved horns, long black hair with purple highlights, red eyes. Former power: high-level vocal and magical manipulation. Collar successfully applied and verified. Powers fully suppressed.”
Nerissa kept a calm, elegant smile on her face, though a faint blush colored her cheeks under the harsh lights. In her mind, however, her thoughts were already racing.
This place is more secure than the last one… ocean fortress, constant surveillance, collar that kills any chance of using my voice or magic. Direct escape through force is impossible. I’ll need something smarter. Someone inside. Someone strong enough to be useful… and weak enough to control.
The guard continued without looking up.
“Crimes: escape from previous high-security containment, multiple counts of magical coercion and manipulation of civilians and officials, unauthorized use of forbidden vocal abilities, and resistance during recapture. Classified as high-risk seduction and psychological threat. Assigned to Block C, shared cell.”
Nerissa’s eyes flicked toward the guard for a moment, then lowered again. In her head the fantasy had already begun.
My new cellmate… whoever it is, I’ll find their weakness. A little teasing, a soft “darling,” the right movements when the shorts slip… It won’t take long. I’ll have them wrapped around my finger. Protection. Favors. Maybe even a personal little slave who does everything I ask while thinking it was their idea.
She ran her fingers slowly through her long, silky hair — the nervous habit she could never quite hide — while the camera flashed several times. The shirt clung to her sweaty skin, emphasizing every curve. When she was ordered to hold the identification placard, she did so with deliberate grace, making sure her arms pressed her breasts together just enough to deepen the already dramatic cleavage.
Once the photos were finished, the guard stepped forward and grabbed the chain linked to Nerissa’s wrist cuffs.
“Move. Your cell is waiting.”
Nerissa followed without resistance, her loose shorts already sitting dangerously low on her hips, the heavy chains around her waist swaying with each step. Her wings twitched slightly against her back as they walked through the cold metal corridors of Tártaros.
Just a little longer, she thought, the elegant smile never leaving her lips. Once I’m alone with my new cellmate… the real game begins.
The guard stopped in front of a heavy cell door, unlocked it, and pushed it open.
“Inside. Meet your new roommate.”
Nerissa stepped through the doorway, her red eyes already searching for the figure waiting inside.
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Scene – Arrival at the Cell
The heavy metal door slid open with a loud clang. The guard pushed Nerissa inside the small cell and stepped in after her.
“This is your new home,” the guard said flatly. “Your cellmate is already here. He’s a dangerous one. His quirk lets him go almost completely unnoticed when he wants to… but that’s not why he’s locked up. The violence of his crimes is what got him sent here. Keep that in mind.”
The door locked behind the guard with a final, echoing thud.
Nerissa’s elegant smile faltered for just a second. A violent one… and able to disappear. The thought made her fingers instinctively rise to stroke a strand of her long silky hair. Her carefully constructed plan suddenly felt a little less solid.
Then she felt it. A large, heavily muscled figure stepped out of the shadows near the back of the cell. Without a word he closed the distance, his massive body pressing her back against the cold brick wall. One of his thick arms braced above her head. The heat of his body washed over her.
And then she felt the unmistakable pressure — a thick, rock-hard erection grinding firmly against her soft midriff, right above the chains around her waist.
Nerissa’s red eyes widened slightly. A visible blush spread across her cheeks as sweat began to form on her skin. Her black wings gave a small, involuntary twitch.
Oh… In her mind, the momentary doubt vanished, replaced by a sharp, triumphant heat. He’s already this hard just from looking at me. He wants it. He wants me. This is still a victory.
She let out a soft, breathy laugh and deliberately relaxed her grip on the waistband of her loose shorts. The fabric immediately slipped down her thick thighs, pooling around her knees and leaving her completely bare from the waist down. Her large, soft rear and the smooth skin of her hips were now fully exposed against him.
Looking up at him through her lashes, still flushed and slightly nervous but already slipping back into her seductive tone, she spoke in a low, silky voice
“Well now, darling… You don’t waste any time, do you?”
Her full breasts, barely contained by the tight striped shirt that had ridden up, rose and fell with each breath as she remained pressed between the wall and his powerful body, waiting to see what he would do next.

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Scene – Against the Wall
The moment the guard’s footsteps faded down the corridor, the large prisoner moved.
He grabbed Nerissa by the waist and shoved her hard against the cold brick wall. Her cheek pressed against the rough stone as her cuffed wrists were forced up above her head. The sudden impact made her loose shorts slip completely down her thick thighs, leaving her bare from the waist down. Her large, soft rear was now fully exposed and pressed back against him.
Nerissa let out a small, startled breath but quickly tried to recover her elegant composure.
“There’s no need to be so rough, darling…” she said in a low, silky voice, even though her face was still half-pressed against the wall. “If you behave like a good boy, I’ll let you use this body however you want. There’s no reason we can’t both enjoy this.”
She shifted her hips slightly as she spoke, attempting to keep some control of the situation.
Then she felt it clearly.A thick, burning-hot erection pressed firmly between her soft ass cheeks, already slick with precum. The size and heat of it made her eyes widen. The prisoner was not listening. He was not negotiating. He was simply positioning himself to take her.
In her mind, the proud, calculating part of her still tried to deny what was about to happen. I can still turn this around. I can still make him mine.
But her body betrayed her immediately. A warm, involuntary wetness spread between her legs as the heavy shaft rubbed against her most sensitive skin. Her wings gave a small, shaky twitch. A visible blush deepened across her cheeks, and her breathing grew shorter.
The prisoner’s large hand gripped one of her hips, holding her in place against the wall with almost no effort. Nerissa’s weaker body could do nothing to push him back. She was completely at his mercy — and the realization only made the heat between her thighs grow stronger, even as her lips parted to speak again.
“Darling… wait—”
Her voice came out softer than she intended.

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Scene – Taken Against the Wall
The prisoner gave her no more time to speak.
With one powerful thrust he buried himself deep inside her, forcing a sharp, broken cry from Nerissa’s throat. Her weak body offered almost no resistance. A single large hand easily pinned both of her cuffed wrists against the cold brick wall above her head, while his other hand tangled roughly in her long black-and-purple hair and yanked her head back.
Each heavy thrust drove her harder against the wall. The tight striped shirt had been pulled completely out of the way, and her full, heavy breasts spilled free, bouncing and swaying obscenely with every impact. Sweat already glistened across her pale skin. Her thick thighs trembled as she was forced to take the full length of him again and again.
“D-darling… w-wait… we can still— ah!”
Whatever elegant persuasion she tried to form shattered into loud, submissive moans. The refined, controlled tone she always used was gone. Now her voice was high, broken, and helplessly needy. Tears welled up in her red eyes and began to spill down her flushed cheeks as the rough pace continued without mercy.
In her mind she still tried to deny it. This isn’t what I wanted… I’m supposed to be the one in control…
But her body told a different story. She was soaking wet, clenching tightly around him with every thrust, her wings twitching uncontrollably against her back. The humiliation of being so easily overpowered, of having her hair pulled and her breasts bouncing freely while she was used like a toy, only made the heat inside her burn hotter.
She would never admit it out loud. Not even to herself.
¨Yet every rough thrust dragged another loud, melodic moan from her throat, and the tears in her eyes mixed with the undeniable pleasure spreading through her weaker, completely dominated body.

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Scene – Against the Bars
Nerissa still tried to cling to a shred of her old pride.
“You know, darling… I used to be an idol,” she said between uneven breaths, her voice recovering a little of its silky, seductive tone. “My singing could charm entire crowds. If you want, I can sing something special just for you—”
“Sing.”That single rough order made her red eyes light up with a mixture of surprise and eagerness. She actually looked pleased.
“Of course, darling~,” she answered almost happily, already choosing one of her original songs.
Before she could start properly, the large prisoner spun her around and shoved her hard against the cell bars. Her full, bare breasts were forced between the cold metal, the soft flesh squeezing against the bars as her face now looked out toward the open hallway. Anyone walking past would see her clearly — flushed, sweaty, and completely exposed.
Nerissa’s mind spun in confusion. **This… this wasn’t how it was supposed to go. I was going to impress him… and now the others might hear everything…¨
Still, she gripped the bars tightly with both hands and began to sing.
Her voice started clear and beautiful, the same elegant tone she once used on stream. The melody of one of her original songs filled the small cell—
Then she felt it.
The thick, burning-hot length of his cock pressed firmly between her soft ass cheeks, already slick and ready. The head dragged slowly along her wet entrance, teasing her.
Her singing wavered.
A soft, involuntary moan slipped into the lyrics as she felt him position himself. Her wings trembled. Her thick thighs shifted slightly, almost presenting herself even while her face remained turned toward the hallway, fully aware that any other prisoner or guard walking by would see and hear everything.
She kept singing, but the refined notes were already starting to break, waiting for the inevitable moment he would push inside and turn her beautiful voice into something far more desperate.

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Scene – Full Nelson
Nerissa tried once more to regain control.
She leaned back slightly against the large prisoner’s chest, her voice soft and deliberately sweet.
“There’s no need to keep being so rough, darling… If you just hold me properly, I’ll make it feel good for both of us—”
She felt him step in close behind her and for a brief moment her heart lifted. She actually thought he was going to wrap his arms around her in something resembling an embrace.
Instead, his hands moved quickly and efficiently.Her loose shorts were yanked down and kicked aside in one motion. Before she could react, both of her arms were locked tightly behind her head in a full nelson. The position forced her back into a deep arch, chest pushed forward, and her legs spread wide open with no way to close them. Rather than gripping her head, his large hands wrapped firmly around her curved black horns and pulled.
Nerissa’s eyes widened in shock.
“I-I’m sorry, darling—! Did I make you angry? Please, this position is… it’s too much, I can’t—”
She struggled weakly, but her ordinary strength was useless. The full nelson kept her completely folded and helpless, her full breasts thrust out and her wet entrance completely exposed and vulnerable.
Then the first thrust came.It was devastatingly deep.+
Because of the way her body was bent, his thick cock drove straight up against her cervix with almost no resistance. The sudden, overwhelming pressure made her vision flash white. A broken, high-pitched cry tore from her throat as her entire body convulsed.
At the same time he pulled firmly on her horns.
The sharp, unexpected stimulation shot straight through her skull and down her spine like electricity. Nerissa had never known her horns were so sensitive. The combination of the brutal depth and the horn-pulling shattered what little composure she had left.
Her inner walls clamped down hard. A powerful, unexpected orgasm ripped through her from that single penetration alone. Thick fluids sprayed out around his cock as her legs trembled violently in the air, toes curling. Tears spilled from her red eyes while her mouth hung open in a silent scream that quickly turned into a long, melodic, broken moan.
She hung there in the full nelson, completely dominated, still cumming from only the first thrust, her proud mind struggling to accept how easily and thoroughly she had just been broken.

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