She could feel his strong and decisive hands binding her horns onto her hooves, showing no mercy at all. All with all, she wasn't able to do anything about it, her situation only seemed to worsen with every struggle and attempt of escaping against him. And now she sat here, propped against a wall, her eyes dry of tears of crying more then she had thought of being capable of.. Her hands were bound to her ankles, her back arched in a way that was the most uncomfortable position she could imagine, and a cock sliding down in her throat she kept fighting back up. Her embarrassment only grew by the knowledge that all of this had left her with a warm sizzling skin of desire, a moist dripping wet cunt between her bruised thighs and lewd noises that continuously kept coming from her mouth.<br/><br/>She was now sucking and twirling her tongue around the smooth wooden surface of the cock in order to push it up without gagging, but she was barely able to. Her breathing was ragged and her eyes looked at how he left her. Her pleading soft brown eyes, begging and submitting to his will, hoping he would release her from her position..<br/><br/>She was broken, bruised and just wanted... She didn't knew what she wanted, but there wasn't much room to think about it, all of her thoughts going to the hopelessness of her situation as he left the room. And left her all alone, shivering and trembling in a corner, bound and gagged, unable to escape in any possible way.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>