Leunan always treasured the first times with his new dolls. Alissa wasn't a fighter, not really. He had come across pretty lilies that had grown in the concrete jungle, sprouting in hardship and nurturing thorns that weren't native to their own psychological anatomy. It was for survival, he knew, and he enjoyed their flavor of scratches and screams. It meant more to him when he broken them, physical beings shackled by their mental chains. They would test their strength against his, he was never the first man that tried to best them, but if they trusted their muscles to pry them out of his grip, they failed to understand his real strength. In the end, these independent street fighters became faces in his harem, locked away, begging to be of use, because he knew how to engage their hearts, and how to tame them. Alissa had come in with subtle anger, trusting to her cleverness, not knowing about the underlying cracks of her mental foundation. She wasn't a scrapper, and she was proving it now, making a bed for herself on his desk.<br/><br/>Her cunt was comfortable and her small body, however well trained, was of no help to her when pitted against his larger frame. The doctor appreciated the welcome of her insides, and loved when she tried to deny the threads of her arousal between his fingers, even if he held that moisture close enough to her face that she'd be able to smell the evidence of her own perversion. She protested, and he savored that, the moment the mighty Vauqelin daughter saw her own demise in the glistening of his digits. As thought that wasn't enough, her pussy was starved for him, even as it choked on his size. He didn't have a hard time mapping out her pleasure points, what depth she liked and what areas of her tunnel were the most sensitive. She was repressed, and her body was betraying her because she had denied it. He was sure he could mend that relationship with this violence. She moaned like he'd paid her to whenever he did something correct, and he marked those things away in his head, building his arsenal of control from her breathed and sounded confessions.<br/><br/>More than the enrapturing noises she made, her arms and hands were speaking to him. Even the slightest woman could wave and fence with her free limbs, but Alissa was mostly inactive there - only minimal resistance. He was beginning to think the life he had in mind for her was kinder on her obviously longing body than whatever path she could have chosen for herself. He was only showing her the right way, the way her nerves wanted to go. So she was left trying not to accept this, taking in the lamps in the ceiling while her body offered itself up. He had a good handle on her throat and continued to hold her in place for his cock until he found that her intimate embrace was eager for more. Leunan saw her gasp for air, and then when she peaked. He laughed darkly and shook his head, pulling out of her spasming sex to grab her by the hair and slide her down on her knees on the floor, pinned between him and the side of the desk. The large object that had been having its way with her insides, even made her flesh uproar against her to find that torturous release, was staring her in the face.<br/><br/>"You're completely useless, Alissa." he said. It is always an advantage for a man to stay rigid after he'd satisfied a woman. She'd not been able to bring him over, and his mocking suggested she should have. "It's been your problem all along. You're poorly behaved, and you're selfish. That's why you're alone. This is what'll kill you." he said with a deep flavor of judgement in his tone. If she looked up to where she was placed, she'd see that he might be considering abandoning her. Naked and cold, recently orgasmed and useless. In the vacancy of recent pleasure, especially the forced kind, and the dip of adrenaline, doubt and guilt grows. He'd seen the propensity in many - to cry after the sudden spike of endorphins. Surely she already had so many internal struggles, and being left to feel whatever it was that he'd done to her might be too much. He designed all this for her to need him.<br/><br/>"You're not even good enough to get me off." he continued, swollen cock's head there if she needed proof. She hadn't seen his member much before, it had a purpose more than intimidation then, but now it was served up for her viewing dismay. Still throbbing, almost quacking, the meat that had dominated her cunt was sorely unsatisfied, and also staring at her without approval. He grabbed her hair again, other hand on the edge of the desk above her, and tossed the back of her head against the wooden panel. "Look, Ms. Vauqelin! You're going to leave me like this?" he pressed. So far he'd forced her along, which was necessary, and sometimes the only way to yield good results, but he needed to teach her to participate on her own, for her own body to move in order to please his.<br/><br/>She had hitched about her family, obviously the epicenter - like so many others - of her complexes. A rich and time-honored reserve of open, inflamed nerve endings, waiting to be addressed and exploited. He grabbed the base of his cock and started smacking it against her beautiful face. The rich can afford the best skincare, and he was reveling in the opportunity to anoint her with the trauma of his hard cock colliding against her valuable skin. She'd come her in business attired, and now she was recently fucked to completion, on her knees on his floor, pantyhose destroyed and tits out. He thought she was beautiful, sitting there, being beaten up by his cock.<br/><br/>"Well, Alissa? Are you going to be a selfish girl who nobody needs, or are you going to be useful to me?" he pressed, having smeared precum and her own rich juices over all her pretty features. His own desire to release was ready fuel, and he didn't mind using that frustration in his voice and demeanor. It was appropriate that he was upset, after all, and she'd have an easier time believing that if his voice was slightly rushed and vengeful. If he played this right, she would know to try and satisfy him, for his approval, or simply because she was feeling so low she'd do anything anyone said. The real give-away to her personality and inner life would be what she offered or did to get him off, and he'd then use that knowledge to further tame her.