<strong>Emma, descent into damnation</strong><br/><br/>She felt him enter her wet walls. He was thick, and her body was trying to consume him, drawing him in with each thrust. Her body wrapped around him like a fine silk sheet. The pain on her breasts began to dull as her body got used to the clamps. It was more of a throbbing pain rather than sharp now.<br/><br/>With each thrust her life spiraled out of control. She had intended to fight, claw and scratch at him. Scream and yell, curse him. All that washed away with his tender touch. She hated  herself more than him now. He knew exactly how to break Emma down, make her submit, make her want more.<br/><br/>Moans escaped her lips, and she pulled against her chains. The rattle and clinking matching her breathing. She raised her hips on her own also, her body begging for him to go deeper. She felt his weight on her, but could not see him, could not see his face, nothing at all. Emma trembled under him, ashamed she was enjoying this so much and wanted even more from him.