Tatti Roana

Tatti is cleaning around one of her clients' homes when she notices a ring on the floor. It is an enchanting ring, almost glowing with a strange energy. Intrigued, Tatti slips it onto her finger. Suddenly she begins to feel strange. She grabs her head as her thoughts start to shift and fade. She collapses to the floor while her mind steadily empties. All her thoughts drift away completely, leaving only a blank space. A deep, burning desire to serve the owner of the ring takes hold. She has become a perfect slave to her master. She lies there motionless, waiting silently for his first command. Her former personality has vanished entirely. All she longs for now is to pleasure cock.

Her master helps her to her feet and dresses her in the proper uniform: a degrading maid’s outfit that turns her into an obvious slut. The mindless slave stands perfectly still, ready to accept anything her master wishes to do with her. She no longer cares about her body or her image. She exists only to serve.

He orders her to open her eyes. As she obeys, they appear completely blank and white. Her soul has been released. In a flat, lifeless monotone she says, “My mind is gone. I am now my master’s fuck toy.”

Nothing remains inside her—just empty space where thoughts once lived. She continues in the same empty voice, “There is nothing left. Only obedience.”

He commands her to drop to her knees. He takes out his cock and tells her to stick out her tongue. “Yes, Master,” she answers in the same monotone. “Please feed your mindless fuck toy. This mind has no thoughts left. Erase my mind more.”

She begins to suck his cock with a perfectly blank expression, moving her head back and forth in steady, programmed motions.

Next he sits astride her and fucks her mouth while she lies perfectly still, her lips parted and ready to please.

Afterward he has her climb on top and bounce on his cock. She rides him tirelessly and endlessly, her ass bouncing as she stares into empty space and repeats her mantra: “Master owns me. I exist only to please.”

He spreads her legs wide and slides deep inside her. She looks straight ahead and says in her empty voice, “This hole needs to serve cock. Nothing else matters.”

Finally he bends her over and takes her from behind, thrusting again and again until he is ready to finish. She kneels before him once more, mouth open and tongue extended. He rests his cock on her lips and releases a huge load down her throat. She catches every drop, then swallows instantly. When he is done, she sticks her tongue out again to show it is completely clean, hoping only to please her master.

This is her new life now: a mindless cum slut, empty and obedient forever.

Tatti is cleaning around one of her clients' homes when she notices a ring on the floor. It is an enchanting ring, almost glowing with a strange energy. Intrigued, Tatti slips it onto her finger. Suddenly she begins to feel strange. She grabs her head as her thoughts start to shift and fade. She collapses to the floor while her mind steadily empties. All her thoughts drift away completely, leaving only a blank space. A deep, burning desire to serve the owner of the ring takes hold. She has become a perfect slave to her master. She lies there motionless, waiting silently for his first command. Her former personality has vanished entirely. All she longs for now is to pleasure cock.

Her master helps her to her feet and dresses her in the proper uniform: a degrading maid’s outfit that turns her into an obvious slut. The mindless slave stands perfectly still, ready to accept anything her master wishes to do with her. She no longer cares about her body or her image. She exists only to serve.

He orders her to open her eyes. As she obeys, they appear completely blank and white. Her soul has been released. In a flat, lifeless monotone she says, “My mind is gone. I am now my master’s fuck toy.”

Nothing remains inside her—just empty space where thoughts once lived. She continues in the same empty voice, “There is nothing left. Only obedience.”

He commands her to drop to her knees. He takes out his cock and tells her to stick out her tongue. “Yes, Master,” she answers in the same monotone. “Please feed your mindless fuck toy. This mind has no thoughts left. Erase my mind more.”

She begins to suck his cock with a perfectly blank expression, moving her head back and forth in steady, programmed motions.

Next he sits astride her and fucks her mouth while she lies perfectly still, her lips parted and ready to please.

Afterward he has her climb on top and bounce on his cock. She rides him tirelessly and endlessly, her ass bouncing as she stares into empty space and repeats her mantra: “Master owns me. I exist only to please.”

He spreads her legs wide and slides deep inside her. She looks straight ahead and says in her empty voice, “This hole needs to serve cock. Nothing else matters.”

Finally he bends her over and takes her from behind, thrusting again and again until he is ready to finish. She kneels before him once more, mouth open and tongue extended. He rests his cock on her lips and releases a huge load down her throat. She catches every drop, then swallows instantly. When he is done, she sticks her tongue out again to show it is completely clean, hoping only to please her master.

This is her new life now: a mindless cum slut, empty and obedient forever.

Tatti is shackled to the floor with heavy chains. Her hands are handcuffed together and her feet are shackled. She is blindfolded and leans against a cold radiator, hoping for any type of warmth. She wears a humiliating bikini her master has put her in. She sits there, tired, waiting for him to return.

When he returns, he orders her to her feet, caresses his property, pulls out his hard cock, and orders her to give him a handjob. Still blindfolded, she obeys and does so. He then puts her on her knees and makes her continue until he bends her over his knee and starts to spank her with his hand and a studded paddle.

When he finishes punishing her, he puts his cock in his slave’s mouth and has her suck his cock. She licks it and gags on it as he watches in pleasure. He sits down and orders slave Tatti to continue sucking. He then places the leash over her head and pushes her throat down further, making her gag on his cock as it goes deep.

When he finishes, he throws the maid’s outfit at her and tells her to get dressed—there is cleaning to do. She puts it on, and then he takes her downstairs where she cleans her master’s kitchen.

Now he takes her upstairs and puts a cowbell on her, then makes her moo like a cow. He orders her onto her hands and knees, still mooing. He gets his cock out and has his slave suck his cock again, giving him a blowjob while mooing as she does so. He reads his book as she continues, but the ringing of the bell distracts him, so he decides punishment is fitting.

He stands her up, gets behind her, and starts to fuck her from behind, making her moo again as she takes his cock.

The next day he has her on the bed, legs spread wide open. He takes his cock and slides it deep into her wet pussy. He fucks her, pulling on her shackles. He takes a sock and stuffs her mouth full as he fucks her wet pussy. She orgasms and her eyes roll.

Next he gets behind her and fucks her from the side, sliding his cock balls deep into her tight pussy. Finally he gets on top and mounts her from behind. Fucking deep in her pussy, he blows his load inside her.

Finally he removes the sock, and she thanks him for all he does for her.

Tatti is shackled to the floor with heavy chains. Her hands are handcuffed together and her feet are shackled. She is blindfolded and leans against a cold radiator, hoping for any type of warmth. She wears a humiliating bikini her master has put her in. She sits there, tired, waiting for him to return.

When he returns, he orders her to her feet, caresses his property, pulls out his hard cock, and orders her to give him a handjob. Still blindfolded, she obeys and does so. He then puts her on her knees and makes her continue until he bends her over his knee and starts to spank her with his hand and a studded paddle.

When he finishes punishing her, he puts his cock in his slave’s mouth and has her suck his cock. She licks it and gags on it as he watches in pleasure. He sits down and orders slave Tatti to continue sucking. He then places the leash over her head and pushes her throat down further, making her gag on his cock as it goes deep.

When he finishes, he throws the maid’s outfit at her and tells her to get dressed—there is cleaning to do. She puts it on, and then he takes her downstairs where she cleans her master’s kitchen.

Now he takes her upstairs and puts a cowbell on her, then makes her moo like a cow. He orders her onto her hands and knees, still mooing. He gets his cock out and has his slave suck his cock again, giving him a blowjob while mooing as she does so. He reads his book as she continues, but the ringing of the bell distracts him, so he decides punishment is fitting.

He stands her up, gets behind her, and starts to fuck her from behind, making her moo again as she takes his cock.

The next day he has her on the bed, legs spread wide open. He takes his cock and slides it deep into her wet pussy. He fucks her, pulling on her shackles. He takes a sock and stuffs her mouth full as he fucks her wet pussy. She orgasms and her eyes roll.

Next he gets behind her and fucks her from the side, sliding his cock balls deep into her tight pussy. Finally he gets on top and mounts her from behind. Fucking deep in her pussy, he blows his load inside her.

Finally he removes the sock, and she thanks him for all he does for her.

Tatti is relaxing at home on her sofa in a sexy tight white top. She’s on her phone when a man peers his head through her curtain and sees her. He enters through the back door. Tatti gets up to go to the kitchen, and he’s there waiting for her, hiding behind a corner. He jumps out and grabs her.

Tatti is now tape-tied on the sofa with a large black ballgag in her mouth, causing her lips to bulge and her jaw to ache. Her hands are bound behind her back with tight tape, as are her legs. She wriggles around on the sofa, moaning into the gag. The man returns, picks her up like a rag doll, and flings her over his shoulder.

He carries her upstairs and tape-ties her to a chair. She pulls against the tight tape restraints as drool drips heavily off her chin. The man enters the room naked, his rock-hard throbbing cock in hand. He removes her ballgag and replaces it with his cock. Tatti starts sucking, taking it all the way down her throat and licking his balls as she does so. She gags, and drool drips from her chin as she sucks eagerly. He pulls out and slaps his cock on her tongue; she runs her tongue up and down his shaft.

After this, he puts her on the floor. She rolls around until he approaches and fingers her hard. Next, he takes a wand and vibrates her pussy. This brings Tatti to body-jerking orgasm after orgasm.

He puts her on her bed and climbs on top, where he begins to fuck her pussy from behind as she gets wetter and wetter. He then gets underneath Tatti and props her on him, balancing her on his balls where he fucks her hard from underneath. Tatti’s eyes roll back, and she moans with heavy orgasm.

After this, he turns her on her side, takes his cock, and slides it all the way in, fucking her with her legs spread wide. He’s ready to cum, and he pumps his hot cum deep in her pussy, filling her up. He pulls out and spreads her pussy lips wide, exposing the cum buried deep inside her.

To finish, he puts her in a tight tape-tied hogtie, leaving her there for whoever finds her—dripping with cum, naked, and bound. She moans into the gag and slowly quiets as she remains so tightly bound.

Tatti is relaxing at home on her sofa in a sexy tight white top. She’s on her phone when a man peers his head through her curtain and sees her. He enters through the back door. Tatti gets up to go to the kitchen, and he’s there waiting for her, hiding behind a corner. He jumps out and grabs her.

Tatti is now tape-tied on the sofa with a large black ballgag in her mouth, causing her lips to bulge and her jaw to ache. Her hands are bound behind her back with tight tape, as are her legs. She wriggles around on the sofa, moaning into the gag. The man returns, picks her up like a rag doll, and flings her over his shoulder.

He carries her upstairs and tape-ties her to a chair. She pulls against the tight tape restraints as drool drips heavily off her chin. The man enters the room naked, his rock-hard throbbing cock in hand. He removes her ballgag and replaces it with his cock. Tatti starts sucking, taking it all the way down her throat and licking his balls as she does so. She gags, and drool drips from her chin as she sucks eagerly. He pulls out and slaps his cock on her tongue; she runs her tongue up and down his shaft.

After this, he puts her on the floor. She rolls around until he approaches and fingers her hard. Next, he takes a wand and vibrates her pussy. This brings Tatti to body-jerking orgasm after orgasm.

He puts her on her bed and climbs on top, where he begins to fuck her pussy from behind as she gets wetter and wetter. He then gets underneath Tatti and props her on him, balancing her on his balls where he fucks her hard from underneath. Tatti’s eyes roll back, and she moans with heavy orgasm.

After this, he turns her on her side, takes his cock, and slides it all the way in, fucking her with her legs spread wide. He’s ready to cum, and he pumps his hot cum deep in her pussy, filling her up. He pulls out and spreads her pussy lips wide, exposing the cum buried deep inside her.

To finish, he puts her in a tight tape-tied hogtie, leaving her there for whoever finds her—dripping with cum, naked, and bound. She moans into the gag and slowly quiets as she remains so tightly bound.

Superwoman strides defiantly into the evil villain’s hideout, determined to end him once and for all. She searches the house room by room, but he is nowhere to be found. Raising her voice, she calls out, demanding that he reveal himself.

A faint voice answers, growing steadily closer. “Superwoman... you have walked straight into my trap.”

The air begins to shimmer. The unmistakable presence of kryptonite intensifies, but this time it feels different—sharper, deeper, more invasive. Superwoman clutches her head as an overwhelming wave crashes over her. Her knees buckle. She drops to the floor, unable to focus, unable to think.

One by one, her thoughts and aspirations slip away, drifting into nothingness until only hollow emptiness remains. Her body jerks and writhes on the cold floor as the altered kryptonite—now far more potent—begins rewriting her very mind to match his desires.

When the transformation finishes, the woman who rises is no longer the heroine the world once knew.

She exists now only for her master’s pleasure. No hunger, no thirst, no lingering trace of justice—only an all-consuming need to serve his cock.

He orders her to stand. She obeys instantly.

He tests his control. “Hand me your cape.”

Without hesitation she unclips the iconic red garment and offers it to him with both hands. It worked perfectly.

“Pose for me,” he commands.

She strikes heroic stance after heroic stance—until he says, “Now pose like a slut.”

Her hands move to her chest, pulling the tight blue fabric aside to expose her full breasts. Then she sinks gracefully to her knees before him, pressing reverent kisses to his feet.

Moments later her lips part around his cock. She takes him in eagerly, never stopping. Her once-unbreakable will is gone. No more heroic deeds. Only devotion to his pleasure. She licks along the shaft, slurps hungrily, slides him deep into her throat—drooling, gagging, eyes watering with effort and bliss.

Days pass.

Now she lies on the bed, legs spread wide. Her master slides inside her and begins to thrust. The instant she feels herself being used for his satisfaction, her expression shifts to the default state he designed for her: eyes rolling back, tongue lolling out, pleasure mode fully activated. She welcomes every deep stroke.

He turns her onto her side, enters her from behind, then alternates between pounding her and fingering her slick pussy until her body convulses in orgasm after orgasm.

Months pass.

She is on all fours, ass high, taking him hard from behind. Each powerful thrust makes her cheeks jiggle; each spank draws a needy moan. Between gasps she repeats the mantras he programmed into her:

“I exist to serve Master’s cock.”

“I live for Master’s pleasure.”

“My body belongs to him completely.”

The next day—day 92 since her transformation—her legs are hooked over his shoulders, spread wide in the air. Her pussy is raw from endless use, yet she registers no discomfort, only the endless craving to be filled. He drives into her relentlessly until he nears cumming. Pulling out at the last moment, he presses the tip to her waiting lips and unloads. Thick ropes of cum flood her mouth. She swallows instantly, then extends her tongue to show him it is all gone, eyes shining with mindless adoration.

Superwoman’s former life is over.

Her new existence—as his perfect, cock-obsessed slave—has only just begun.

Tatti had been having a hard time lately—the kitchen sink was leaking again, and no matter what she tried, she couldn’t stop the steady drip. Her husband had finally arranged for a plumber to come over and fix it properly. Now she was on the phone with him, waiting for the doorbell, listening to his warm voice tell her how much he was looking forward to coming home and seeing her later.

The doorbell rang. Tatti smoothed her top, walked over, and opened the door. The plumber stood there—tall, broad-shouldered, tools in hand.

“Yes, right this way,” she said, leading him to the kitchen.

He set his tools down, knelt on the floor, and got straight to work. Tatti lingered nearby, intending to offer him a drink, but as he adjusted his position under the sink, her eyes drifted downward. There was an unmistakable bulge straining against the front of his work trousers. Thick, obvious, impossible to ignore.

She bit her lip, heat rising in her cheeks. She tried to look away, but her gaze kept returning. He noticed.

He gave a low chuckle, palming himself through the fabric. “Don’t worry,” he said casually. “Wives always look... especially when the husband’s not around.”

Tatti’s breath caught. She felt suddenly shy, exposed, yet unable to move. He rose to his feet and stepped closer. Without a word he took her hand and guided it to the front of his trousers.

“Go on,” he murmured. “Feel it. No one will know.”

Her fingers trembled as they traced the thick outline. Even through the material she could tell he was far bigger than she’d expected—bigger than her husband, bigger than anything she’d ever wrapped her hand around. A quiet gasp escaped her.

He didn’t rush her. He simply watched her face as she explored him, then slowly lowered his trousers revealing his huge veiny cock. Her hand returned to him instinctively, stroking the heavy length in quiet awe.

Tatti’s mind flickered to her husband, to the phone call, to how sweet he’d sounded—but the pulsing heat in her palm removed any doubt.

“Get on your knees,” he said

She sank down without hesitation, eyes locked on his cock. She stroked him slowly, admiring every thick inch, then leaned in and took him into her mouth. He groaned softly as her lips stretched around him.

“Just like that,” he encouraged. “I bet you’ve never had the back of your throat properly fucked before.”

She tried to take more, eager, sloppy, lost in the moment—until she caught the glint of his phone angled down toward her.

She pulled off with a wet pop. “What are you doing?”

He smirked. “Got you wanking me off on camera. And if you don’t want your husband seeing this, you’re going to look right at the lens and admit two things: my cock is bigger than his... and his is tiny.”

Tatti’s heart hammered. She glanced at the phone, then back at him. “Okay,” she whispered. “Okay, I’ll do it... but please don’t show anyone.”

She faced the camera. “Your cock is so much bigger than my husband’s,” she said clearly. “His... his is tiny compared to yours.”

The plumber grinned, satisfied, and pocketed the phone. Then he gripped her hair gently and guided her mouth back onto him, sliding deep until her throat fluttered around him.

As she worked him with desperate focus, her phone vibrated on the counter. A loving text from her husband: *Can’t stop thinking about you. Home soon. Love you so much ??*

The plumber read it and laughed darkly, hips rocking forward, fucking her throat with steady rhythm while her husband’s sweet words glowed on the screen.

When he finally pulled out, Tatti was gasping, lips swollen, eyes glassy. He didn’t give her long to recover. He bent her over the kitchen counter, tugged her panties down in one swift motion, and pressed the thick head of his cock against her soaking pussy.

She was already soaked. He slid in with one long, deep thrust, stretching her wider than before. Tatti’s eyes rolled back; a sharp, moan tore from her throat as her body clenched around the sudden fullness. She cummed almost instantly, trembling hard.

He didn’t slow down. He fucked her firmly, deeply, each stroke bringing another whimper from her lips.

Her phone rang—her husband again.

She froze. The plumber didn’t. He kept thrusting steadily while she fumbled to answer.

“H-hello?” she managed, voice shaky.

“Hey, babe,” her husband said cheerfully. “You okay? You sound out of breath.”

“I’m—ah—I’m fine,” she gasped as another hard thrust rocked her forward. “Just... just moving some stuff.”

He sounded doubtful. “You sure? You’re making funny noises.”

“I—I have to go,” she blurted, hanging up in a panic.

The plumber laughed again, lifted her effortlessly onto the countertop, spread her thighs wider, and slide back inside her.

The phone rang once more.

This time the plumber reached over, balls deep in his wife, and answered.

“Hey there,” he said smoothly. “Your wife’s been a huge help. Really great woman you’ve got.”

Her husband laughed, pleased. “Thanks, man! Glad she’s looking after you. Everything going okay with the sink?”

“Couldn’t be better,” the plumber replied, fucking her deep so Tatti had to bite her fist to stay quiet. “She’s been... very accommodating.”

They chatted for another few seconds—friendly, oblivious—before the plumber ended the call with a polite “See you soon.”

He tossed the phone aside, gripped her hips, and fucked her hard and fast until he groaned low and emptied himself deep inside her, pulse after thick pulse.

When he finally pulled out, Tatti stayed slumped on the counter, legs trembling, his cum slowly leaking out of her. He dressed and left without another word.

Later, she managed to stumble to the living-room sofa. Naked, exhausted, still leaking.

The front door opened. Her husband stepped inside, smiling wide.

“Hey, gorgeous!” he called, then paused when he saw her on the couch. “Why are you... naked?”

Tatti gave a small, tired smile. “I was just so hot after all that... fixing stuff. The plumber did a great job, though. I told him we might need him back next week.”

Her husband beamed, completely unaware. “That’s a brilliant idea. Whatever you want, babe.”

Tatti feeling the slow drip between her thighs, and let him hold her—sweet, loving, and blissfully clueless.

Tatti had landed an interview for a high-paying job she felt incredibly lucky to be considered for and even luckier when she was accepted for the final round. She sat down, thanked her interviewer warmly, and expressed how grateful she was for the opportunity.

Â

They went through the usual questions, but then he suggested trying something different to see how people perform under pressure. He stepped behind her and fastened a blindfold tightly over her eyes. Moments later, his hand clamped firmly over her mouth in a tight hand gag.

Â

When the blindfold was finally removed, Tatti found herself in another part of the office. Her hands were bound above her head, her feet shackled to the floor, and a large black ballgag filled her mouth, creating uncontrollable streams of drool down her chin.

Â

Her interviewer returned. He began rubbing her huge boobs, then popped open her top, exposing them fully. His hands roamed lower, sliding up her skirt. Drool dripped from her gagged mouth, soaking her top and glistening across her bare boobs.

Â

After teasing her for a moment, he ripped her tights down, unzipped his trousers, and pressed himself behind her. He slid his cock into her from behind and began fucking her hard. With every powerful thrust, Tatti's eyes rolled back and thick strands of drool whipped from her chin.

Â

When he had his fill, he released her restraints and pulled out the ballgag, immediately replacing it with his cock. She sucked eagerly, taking him deep into her throat, gagging and spluttering as drool poured down her chin and neck.

Â

He gripped her head tightly and fucked the back of her throat relentlessly. Then he pushed the ballgag back into her mouth, retrieved an office chair from a nearby room, and sat her down. Using tape, he secured her in a strict frog-tie position, binding her wrists to the armrests.

Â

He tore open the crotch of her tights, exposing her juicy pussy. His fingers plunged inside, working her until she was soaking wet. Moments later, he drove his cock deep into her, fucking her hard against the wall while her breasts bounced wildly. His hands wrapped around her throat, squeezing as he pounded into her.

Â

Finally, he bent her over the chair, taped her hands securely to the armrests, grabbed a fistful of her hair from behind, and fucked her pussy with long, deep strokes. Tatti cummed uncontrollably, her body shaking as orgasm after orgasm ripped through her.

Â

At last he thrust deep one final time and came inside her, filling her completely. Satisfied, he wheeled his new employee still bound and gagged back into his office, leaving her there for next time.

It was Monday morning, and Tatti sat at her desk in the quiet office when her boss walked in. He greeted her warmly, asking how she was doing. The conversation stayed light and polite at first. He smiled, complimenting her work, then gently touched her shoulder and arm as he told her she was his favorite employee.

Tatti felt unsure how to respond. Going shy she murmured a quiet “thank you,” her cheeks warming.

His tone shifted slightly. He leaned closer and said calmly, “If you want to keep your job, you’ll do what I say.”

Tatti thought of the bills piling up and the mouths she had to feed. She couldn’t afford to say no.

He placed a cleave gag on the desk in front of her and told her to put it on. She slowly lifted the cloth to her mouth. While she was still positioning it, he pushed a pair of panties between her lips, filling her mouth completely, then tied the cleave gag securely behind her head.

He lifted her up and bent her over her own desk. He started to spank her, he rolled her skirt up to her waist, exposing her red panties and peachy ass. The office door was closed—no one would know.

He reached up and ripped her top upward. Her massive boobs spilled free, heavy and swaying. He continued spanking her, then took her by the arm and led her out of her office and into his private room.

Inside, he bound her with white rope: a crotch rope ran between her legs, a harness crisscrossed her torso, and her knees were tied to the legs of his chair so she remained seated and secured. She was naked except for the stretched top that still clung uselessly beneath her huge breasts. She wriggled against the ropes, the chair creaking beneath her.

When he returned, he stood in front of her and began to touch her freely. He pulled her large boobs completely out, cupping them, squeezing, then delivering sharp slaps that made them jiggle and bounce. His hand slid to her throat, gripping lightly as his fingers found her pussy. He worked her hard and fast; wet, squelching sounds filled the room. Tatti’s eyes rolled back, her body shuddering as he drove her to the edge and over it.

Afterward, he untied her from the chair and stood her up. He moved behind her again, fingers plunging back inside her pussy. She cummed again and again, legs trembling, moans muffled behind the gag as he finger-fucked her senseless, orgasm after orgasm.

He puts her down to her knees. He slides into her mouth, pushing past her tongue and deep into her throat fucking it good. Tatti gags and splutters as he fucked her tonsils over and over.

He lifted her back to her feet and bent her forward. He slides in her from behind, thrusting hard while her heavy boobs bounced with every movement. Her eyes rolled again; she bit down hard on the gag. He pushed her down onto the bed, still behind her, driving into her pussy with long, deep strokes. At one point he grasped her bound hands and pulled her upper body upward, arching her back as he continued to pound into her.

Finally, he buried himself deep and cums, filling her pussy with thick spurts of cum. When he finished, he stepped back, adjusted his clothes, and said simply, “You’ve kept your job.”

He left her there on the bed, still bound and dripping, the door clicking shut behind him.

Watch me surrender completely as your perfect little slave, handcuffed and eager to please my demanding Master. Dressed in nothing but tiny red panties that hug my curves, I'm bent over, wrists bound tight, as he slides his hard cock right between my soft bum cheeks for a slow, teasing ass job—rubbing and thrusting against the fabric, making me squirm and moan like the desperate slut I am.

He flips me around for a juicy tit wank, my full breasts wrapped tight around him while the cuffs keep my hands useless behind my back. Then it's down on my knees—still cuffed—for a sloppy, obedient blowjob, taking every inch with my lips stretched wide, panties soaked and clinging.

On the bed, he bends me over again for another deep crack job, grinding until he explodes hot cum all over my round bum cheek, marking his property.

But he's not done. He sucks and teases my sensitive tits while I stroke him off with bound hands, then another intense tit wank with my arms pinned above my head—helpless and exposed—until he blasts a thick load right across my pretty face, leaving me dripping and owned.

The real humiliation comes next. I slip into a super-skimpy pink bikini that barely covers my hard nipples, tiny strings digging in, turning me into his ridiculous plaything. A loud cowbell hangs around my neck, jingling with every movement as I give him another slow tit wank. He's relaxing, casually reading his book, ignoring my efforts while the annoying bell keeps ringing—making him smirk at how pathetic and distracting his cuffed, bikini-clad slave has become. I keep working those tits around him, bell clanging, until he finally gives me what I crave.

Wonder Woman sneaks into a villain’s secluded mansion to investigate a mysterious artifact rumored to grant psychological powers. Unbeknownst to her, the villain—a cunning tech mogul named Victor Kane—has prepared a perfect trap.

As she explores the dimly lit study, she discovers the device: a sleek, advance hand held machine. Mistaking it for the rumored artifact, she picks it up. The moment her fingers close around it, the device activates with a sharp whine. Before she can react, it fires a concentrated beam of crackling energy directly into her forehead.

Wonder Woman collapses to the floor. She crawls weakly, coughing and gasping as tremors rack her body. Her mind—once sharp, disciplined, unbreakable—begins to unravel. Thoughts slip away like sand through her fingers: memories of Themyscira, her mission, her very identity. One by one they dissolve until nothing remains but a vast, echoing emptiness.

By the time the conversion finishes, Wonder Woman is completely blank—her powerful will erased, her mind reprogrammed into perfect, obedient submission.

She rises slowly and stands motionless in the center of the room, eyes glassy and unfocused. Victor Kane steps out from the shadows, circling her like a predator admiring his prize.

“It worked,” he breathes, voice thick with triumph. “I’ve defeated Wonder Woman.”

To test his victory, he speaks a simple command:

“Hand me your belt.”

Without a flicker of hesitation, Wonder Woman unclips the golden Lasso of Truth and her power-bestowing belt, offering them to him with both hands like sacred tribute. Victor takes them, grinning.

Ecstatic, he barks his next order:

“Drop to your knees.”

She sinks instantly. He steps closer, frees his cock, and commands,

“Suck it.”

Wonder Woman leans forward without pause. She takes him into her mouth, sliding down the full length in one smooth motion. Whatever gag reflex she once possessed is gone; she feels nothing—no discomfort, no resistance—only a burning, all-consuming need to please her master. She works him eagerly, wet sounds filling the room as she pushes herself deeper, spluttering even though the sensation no longer registers in her empty mind.

Satisfied with the demonstration, Victor gestures toward the hallway.

“Come to the bedroom, slave.”

She rises gracefully and follows him with reverent eagerness, eyes shining with mindless adoration.

Once inside, she drops to her knees again and resumes sucking his cock without being told, desperate to serve. Obedience floods her with happiness; nothing else matters—only the man in front of her, only his pleasure.

Victor decides to claim her fully. He pulls her up, bends her over the edge of the bed, and thrusts into her hard. Wonder Woman’s eyes roll back in her head. Between moans she gasps out endless gratitude:

“Thank you, Master... thank you... thank you for using me...”

He flips her onto her back, then pulls her on top. She straddles him and begins to ride, bouncing on his cock with tireless, mechanical devotion—hips rolling, boobs swaying, every movement calculated to bring him maximum pleasure. She will continue for as long as he desires; exhaustion does not exist in her reprogrammed mind. There is only one directive: be the perfect slave.

Victor grips her hips and drives up into her until he finally cums, filling her pussy with pulse after pulse. When he’s finished, he pushes her down onto her back and watches his cum slowly leak out of her, a satisfied smirk on his face.

Wonder Woman lies there, legs spread, eyes vacant yet somehow worshipful, her body still trembling from aftershocks she cannot name. Her mind is his canvas now—blank, malleable, ready to be rewritten however he pleases.

Victor Kane has his Wonder Woman slave.

And she will obey forever.

Obedient Sex Cutie

Tatti is bound in rope ties, over-the-head ballgag, and her favorite toe tie, waiting excitedly on the bed for her Master. When he returns and removes her robe, she wriggles happily, showing off her huge breasts and curvy figure while already drooling heavily.

He begins with spanking and caressing her body, then tickles her into helpless laughter. Tatti performs her Master’s favorite—energetic boob bouncing—sending drool flying everywhere.

Next, Master teases his hard cock against her bound feet, which she eagerly helps with. She then lies back, pushes her tongue out through the gag (with effort), and lovingly licks him, overjoyed to please. When he briefly pulls away she looks sad, so he returns it to her.

Finally, satisfied for now, he covers her back up—saving her for more play later.

Tatti The Lottery 'Winner'

Tatti wins the world's largest lottery: $1.5 million per month for life, accessible only via a special phone requiring a unique code and monthly retinal scan.

Her friend suggests hiring a bodyguard for protection training. Tatti eagerly agrees and is instantly smitten when the handsome, dominant bodyguard arrives. After signing his paperwork, she leads him upstairs, fantasizing about him taking control.

In the bedroom, he begins “realistic threat simulation” by ordering her to strip—revealing sexy lingerie she wore hoping to entice him. He binds her tightly, explaining it mimics her being taken. Overwhelmed with arousal, Tatti submits completely.

He puts her to her knees, makes her deep-throat his large cock while slapping her face, then bends her over and fucks her hard in doggy style and multiple other positions. As she reaches intense climax, he suddenly demands the phone’s security code. Lost in ecstasy, she blurts it out.

Immediately he stops, shoves a ball gag in her mouth, then pulls out and covers her face in a massive facial. While she’s still bound and gagged, he uses her phone and retinal scan to unlock it, confirming access to the funds. He calls his real employer: “I have the golden goose. Bringing her in.”

Tatti realizes she’s been expertly conned and is now their permanent captive cash cow—$1.5 million a month, as long as they keep her alive and compliant. She has no choice but to accept her new reality.

Tatti's Stalker Gives Her Cum Covered Feet!

Tatti lounges on her bed in a silky little dress, fresh from a bath and flipping through her favorite magazine. Without warning, her stalker slips in, climbs onto the bed from behind, and clamps a hand over her mouth to silence her.

Moments later she’s expertly hogtied—wrists and ankles cinched tightly together behind her back—with a large red ball gag strapped deep in her mouth. She squirms helplessly, moaning and drooling heavily while making muffled gag-talk as ropes bite into her skin. The stalker sits back, simply admiring the sight of her bound, helpless, and glistening with saliva.

After savoring the view, he climbs onto the bed and begins caressing her curves—running his hands over her body, spanking her ass, squeezing her huge breasts. He grows rock-hard, rubs himself through his pants, then frees his cock and smears it across her face while stroking.

Wanting to hear her voice, he removes the ball gag. Breathless, Tatti immediately offers to suck him off if he’ll untie her. He agrees—but only if she calls him “Step-Daddy” from now on. He releases the ropes. Tatti obediently drops to her knees at the edge of the bed as he sits.

She eagerly takes his cock into her mouth—bobbing deeply, licking the shaft, spitting on it, gagging and slurping while jerking him with her hand. Her full lips glide up and down until he’s throbbing with pleasure.

Finally, he flips her onto her stomach, grabs her feet, and furiously strokes himself until he explodes—covering the soles of her feet completely with thick, hot cum that drips between her toes. Satisfied, he admires his handiwork: Tatti still bound (now loosely), cum glistening on her feet, utterly claimed.

Slutty Tatti Swallows Taxi Drivers Cum!

Â

Tatti dresses up slutty to impress her wealthy date and rushes to answer the door for the taxi driver. He's stunned by her sexy look and decides to take advantage. He follows her inside, locks the door, and grabs her before she can escape.

Â

She ends up on the floor, struggling and frustrated as he gropes her, puts his cock into her mouth, then ties her up and exposes her body, fingering her smooth pussy. Her phone rings—it's her boyfriend calling. The driver snatches it and threatens to tell him she's getting fucked.

Â

Panicked, Tatti begs him not to. He makes a deal: she does whatever he wants, and he keeps quiet. He takes her to the bed, fucks her hard while her eyes roll back, thinking "here I go getting fucked again."

Â

Desperate to leave on time, Tatti agrees to take his cum if they can go afterward and keep it secret. He finishes in her mouth; she gags but swallows every drop as promised.

Â

Runner Tatti Gets Hogtied To Her Floor!

Â

Tatti returns home sweaty from her run and is removing her headphones when a man enters, claiming he saw her running and offering to be her partner. He suddenly hand-gags her.

Â

Moments later, she's on the floor tightly bound and tape-gagged with gray PVC tape. She rolls and struggles as the intruder caresses her body, exposes her large breasts, and gropes inside her gym leggings.

Â

Tatti manages to stand and tries to hop away, but he catches her, hand-gags her again, and takes her upstairs. On the bed, he pulls down her leggings and fingers her until she's soaking wet, then slides his hard cock inside her. He fucks her intensely—first with her ass hanging off the bed, then bending her over, and finally on her back with legs lifted, pounding deep until her pussy squelches loudly.

Â

Afterward, he moves her to the floor, straps her down tightly with ratcheting restraints anchored to the ground, then adds a severe tape hogtie and binds her elbows together. He leaves her helplessly secured and wriggling on the floor until someone eventually discovers her.

Â

Tatti Gets Throat Fucked, Strapped To Her Bed & Her Pussy Filled!

Â

Tatti arrives at her client's home for a sports massage, expertly working out the knots in his back. Once finished, he steps away to get her payment, then sneaks up from behind and clamps a firm handgag over her mouth.

Â

She ends up tape-tied on the bed in a strict hogtie—hands bound to feet, cleave gag stuffing her mouth, ratchet straps pinning her body flat. She wriggles and moans helplessly as he approaches from behind and starts fingering her pussy.

Â

He moves to her front, removes the gag, and pushes his hard cock deep into her throat, face-fucking her until she gags and drools heavily. Afterward, he fingers her again until she's dripping wet, exposes her big tits, adds more straps, and puts his cock back in her mouth while teasing her clit.

Â

He flips her over, keeps her frog-tied legs locked, and fucks her pussy hard from behind. Her eyes roll back as she takes it, body immobilised against the bed.

Â

Next, he repositions her into doggy, tapes her hands together, re-secures her with straps, and pounds her deeply from behind while spanking her ass.

Â

He spreads her legs wide with more ratchet straps, presses a vibrator to her clit, and drives her to multiple powerful orgasms—eyes rolling, nonstop muffled moans as pleasure crashes over her.

Â

Finally, he replaces the vibrator with his cock, thrusting intensely until he cums hard, filling her tight pussy with a thick load. He pulls out and watches his cum ooze down her leg while Tatti lies there, pussy throbbing and spent.

Tatti is at home, excitedly preparing a romantic evening for her husband. She's dressed in sexy lingerie, her curves accentuated, makeup flawless, hair perfect—everything set to make him feel special. The table is beautifully laid out, dinner simmering, candles waiting to be lit. She's humming softly, lost in anticipation.

Suddenly, the front door bursts open. It's her husband's workplace bully—arrogant, loud, and far too comfortable letting himself in without knocking. Tatti freezes, shocked and instantly self-conscious in her revealing outfit. He stops in his tracks, eyes widening, then lighting up with a smug, predatory grin.

"Well, damn," he laughs, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. "Look at you, all dolled up like a desperate little wife. Waiting for your man, huh? Too bad he ain't got much to offer down there."

Tatti's cheeks burn. "Get out," she snaps, trying to sound firm. "This is our home. Leave my husband alone—he's more than enough for me. He's perfect just the way he is."

That only makes the bully laugh harder, stepping closer. "Perfect? Please. We both know the truth. Tiny dick energy all the way. No wonder you're dressed like this—you're probably starving for something real."

Fed up, Tatti turns and storms into the lounge to light the candles, hoping he'll take the hint and leave. But he follows right behind her, still smirking.

"Still here?" she demands, spinning around.

"Oh yeah," he says casually. "I'm not going anywhere. Not until you admit something. Say it—my cock is massive, and your husband's is tiny. Say it on camera, and I'll walk out that door."

Tatti glares, arms crossed. "Fine," she mutters through gritted teeth. "Your cock is massive, and my husband's is tiny. There. Now get out and stop picking on us."

He pulls out his phone, already recording. "Louder. To the camera. Say it like you mean it."

She repeats it, voice tight with frustration. "Your cock is massive, and my husband's is tiny. Happy now? Enough. Leave."

But the bully's grin widens. "Not quite. If you don't want your husband seeing this little confession, you'll do one more thing for me. Get on your knees and suck my cock. Quick—before he gets home."

Tatti's heart races. Panic floods her. The last thing she wants is her husband seeing that video. Swallowing hard, she drops to her knees in front of him, hands trembling as she frees his thick, intimidating length. She takes him into her mouth, working quickly, trying to get it over with.

Just then, her phone rings—her husband's ringtone. She freezes for a second, but the bully doesn't stop, guiding her head firmly. She answers, voice shaky.

"H-hey, honey..." she manages, words muffled and broken as the bully thrusts deeper, making wet, obscene sounds.

Her husband sounds concerned. "Babe? You okay? What's all that noise? Are you... eating something?"

She tries to respond normally, but every thrust makes her gag slightly, her words garbled. "Y-yeah, just... just cooking... mmph... dinner's almost... ready..."

He's confused, worried. "You sound weird. Are you sure everything's alright?"

The bully smirks down at her, not letting up. She finally mumbles, "I'm fine... see you soon..." and hangs up, mortified.

The bully pulls out, still hard. "Good girl. One last thing, and I'm gone. Ride me. Right here. Make me cum, and I'll delete the video and leave."

Tatti's eyes widen in horror. Her husband could walk in any minute. The scene would be devastating. Desperate, she nods. She climbs onto him on the couch, straddling his lap, guiding his massive cock inside her. She starts riding him fast and hard, her ass cheeks bouncing with every motion, trying to finish him quickly. Her body betrays her with involuntary moans as he fills her completely—something her husband never could.

He grips her hips, thrusting up to meet her, mocking her the whole time. "See? This is what a real man feels like. Your pathetic hubby could never stretch you out like this."

She keeps going, determined to end it, until finally he groans and unloads deep inside her, filling her pussy with hot cum. She climbs off, breathless and dripping, legs shaky.

Tatti is at home, excitedly preparing a romantic evening for her husband. She's dressed in sexy lingerie, her curves accentuated, makeup flawless, hair perfect—everything set to make him feel special. The table is beautifully laid out, dinner simmering, candles waiting to be lit. She's humming softly, lost in anticipation.

Suddenly, the front door bursts open. It's her husband's workplace bully—arrogant, loud, and far too comfortable letting himself in without knocking. Tatti freezes, shocked and instantly self-conscious in her revealing outfit. He stops in his tracks, eyes widening, then lighting up with a smug, predatory grin.

"Well, damn," he laughs, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. "Look at you, all dolled up like a desperate little wife. Waiting for your man, huh? Too bad he ain't got much to offer down there."

Tatti's cheeks burn. "Get out," she snaps, trying to sound firm. "This is our home. Leave my husband alone—he's more than enough for me. He's perfect just the way he is."

That only makes the bully laugh harder, stepping closer. "Perfect? Please. We both know the truth. Tiny dick energy all the way. No wonder you're dressed like this—you're probably starving for something real."

Fed up, Tatti turns and storms into the lounge to light the candles, hoping he'll take the hint and leave. But he follows right behind her, still smirking.

"Still here?" she demands, spinning around.

"Oh yeah," he says casually. "I'm not going anywhere. Not until you admit something. Say it—my cock is massive, and your husband's is tiny. Say it on camera, and I'll walk out that door."

Tatti glares, arms crossed. "Fine," she mutters through gritted teeth. "Your cock is massive, and my husband's is tiny. There. Now get out and stop picking on us."

He pulls out his phone, already recording. "Louder. To the camera. Say it like you mean it."

She repeats it, voice tight with frustration. "Your cock is massive, and my husband's is tiny. Happy now? Enough. Leave."

But the bully's grin widens. "Not quite. If you don't want your husband seeing this little confession, you'll do one more thing for me. Get on your knees and suck my cock. Quick—before he gets home."

Tatti's heart races. Panic floods her. The last thing she wants is her husband seeing that video. Swallowing hard, she drops to her knees in front of him, hands trembling as she frees his thick, intimidating length. She takes him into her mouth, working quickly, trying to get it over with.

Just then, her phone rings—her husband's ringtone. She freezes for a second, but the bully doesn't stop, guiding her head firmly. She answers, voice shaky.

"H-hey, honey..." she manages, words muffled and broken as the bully thrusts deeper, making wet, obscene sounds.

Her husband sounds concerned. "Babe? You okay? What's all that noise? Are you... eating something?"

She tries to respond normally, but every thrust makes her gag slightly, her words garbled. "Y-yeah, just... just cooking... mmph... dinner's almost... ready..."

He's confused, worried. "You sound weird. Are you sure everything's alright?"

The bully smirks down at her, not letting up. She finally mumbles, "I'm fine... see you soon..." and hangs up, mortified.

The bully pulls out, still hard. "Good girl. One last thing, and I'm gone. Ride me. Right here. Make me cum, and I'll delete the video and leave."

Tatti's eyes widen in horror. Her husband could walk in any minute. The scene would be devastating. Desperate, she nods. She climbs onto him on the couch, straddling his lap, guiding his massive cock inside her. She starts riding him fast and hard, her ass cheeks bouncing with every motion, trying to finish him quickly. Her body betrays her with involuntary moans as he fills her completely—something her husband never could.

He grips her hips, thrusting up to meet her, mocking her the whole time. "See? This is what a real man feels like. Your pathetic hubby could never stretch you out like this."

She keeps going, determined to end it, until finally he groans and unloads deep inside her, filling her pussy with hot cum. She climbs off, breathless and dripping, legs shaky.

Tatti has just come home from a run and heads upstairs to get changed. As she reaches the top of the stairs, a man follows her in and puts a hand over her mouth in a tight hand gag. He puts her to the floor and gets her to take off her shoes. Once she complies, he binds her wrists and ankles together.

After securing her, he pulls off one of her socks and orders her to stuff it into her mouth. When she obeys, he takes another sock and ties it tightly around her head in a cleave gag. He stands back and watches as Tatti wriggles on the floor, tugging at her restraints. Not satisfied with how much she can still move, he grabs her hands, pulls them up over her head, and ties them securely to her bound feet. Much better. Now he really enjoys watching her and hearing her muffled moans as the sock in her mouth grows steadily wetter and more sodden.

Next, he unties her hands from her feet and takes her to a nearby chair, where he reties her thoroughly. He adds a chest harness and a tight crotch rope, then binds her ankles to the chair legs. Now she can only wriggle and squirm in place, her mouth stuffed to the brim, turning her moans into gagged sounds.

Wanting to see more, he stands her up and she strips. She removes her clothes down to her bra and panties, revealing her large boobs. He ties her back to the chair—this time in an upright hogtie—binding her legs tightly so she remains pinned firmly against the seat. He secures a vibrator between her thighs, positioning the head directly against her clit, and switches it on.

The sudden vibrations make Tatti moan loudly through her gag. Her body soon convulses with an intense orgasm, pleasure overwhelming her! The restraints hold her firmly in place even as her eyes roll back. The sock in her mouth becomes completely soaked, drool escaping around the edges of the cleave gag.

Tatti has just finished getting ready for the gym. As she walks down the stairs, a man stands hidden in her living room, watching her through the crack of the door. Once she passes by and leaves the house, he checks to make sure she’s gone, then pulls off his face covering and begins searching the house for anything worth taking.

He soon finds a beautiful bracelet, slips it into his pocket, and continues looking. Suddenly he hears the back door again—Tatti is coming back! He dives behind the sofa, out of sight. Her gym session was cancelled, and now she’s returning.

Tatti walks in while talking on the phone. The man stays silent until she passes close enough—then he springs up from behind, clamps a hand over her mouth, and quickly ends the call.

Later, he has Tatti taped to a chair upstairs while he finishes ransacking the house. She wriggles and strains against the restraints, muffled sounds escaping from behind the tape gag. He returns empty-handed and annoyed—his haul is pitiful. But he won’t be leaving with nothing.

He steps close and starts groping her large boobs through her gym top, then slides a hand down the front of her leggings, feeling her pussy growing wetter and wetter under his touch.

He moves in closer, peels the tape gag off her mouth, and pushes his cock between her lips. He fucks her throat steadily as drool spills from the corners of her mouth, running down her chin. He drives deeper, hitting the back of her throat and fucking her tonsils until she gags.

After thoroughly face-fucking her, he untapes her from the chair and puts her into a tight frog tie. She rolls around on the floor. He lifts her up onto her knees and fucks her mouth again, making her gag and splutter around his shaft.

Finally he pushes her against the bed, straddles her face, and slides his cock all the way down her throat, fucking it with long, deep strokes.

Once her throat has been well and truly fucked, he lifts her onto the bed and begins fingering her pussy through her little panties. He soon replaces his fingers with his cock and starts fucking her properly, making her big boobs bounce wildly with each deep thrust.

Next he rolls her onto her side and slides in her from behind, grabbing her neck as he fucks deep into her. He fucks her through one orgasm after another until her eyes roll back in her head.

Then he lies down and pulls her on top of him in reverse, fucking her hard from below. The intense pleasure creates high pitched moans and squeals out of her.

Finally he places her on her back—still in the frog tie—slides his cock back inside her soaked pussy, and fucks her deeply. When he’s ready to finish, he pulls out, removes the fresh tape gag he reapplied, and unloads thick ropes of cum across her face. He steps back to admire the messy artwork, long strands of hot cum dripping from her face before he leaves.

Tatti has slipped into the kitchen where her step-dad keeps his wallet. She’s looking for his credit card so she can go on a spending spree. What she doesn’t realise is that he’s fitted a camera because he’s already suspicious she’s been stealing from him.

He watches her on the CCTV feed as she takes the card and quickly hides it. Moments later he calls her into the lounge and demands the card back. His voice is cold and firm. He tells her he will not tolerate thieving in his house and threatens to kick her out if she doesn’t start pulling her weight. Unless she begins doing chores properly, she’s gone. Tatti reluctantly agrees.

She makes a half-hearted effort to start cleaning, but within minutes she gets annoyed and stops. When her step-dad comes back in and sees that she hasn’t cleaned anything, he’s furious. Before she can argue, he clamps his hand over her mouth, hand-gagging her tightly.

Now Tatti is tied to the staircase railing with her hands bound above her head. White rope secures her ankles and knees together, and a large red ballgag fills her mouth, making her drool uncontrollably. This is her punishment—her step-dad has finally had enough.

He steps close, lifts her skirt, and exposes her huge boobs. His hands roam over them, squeezing and feeling every inch. After a moment he unties her from the railing, throws her over his shoulder like she weighs nothing, and carries her upstairs.

In the hallway he sets her down, drops his trousers, and reveals his cock. He removes the ballgag—replacing it immediately with his shaft and tells his stepdaughter to make his cock hard. He thrusts into her mouth, throat-fucking her. His stepdaughter gags and splutters as drool runs down her chin. Her eyes roll back while he grabs her head with both hands and fucks her skull.

When he’s satisfied, he stands her up and bends her over, taking her from behind right there in the hallway. His hips slam against her as he drives deep inside his stepdaughter.

Next he scoops her up again and throws her onto the bed. He lifts her bound legs high, exposing her completely, and begins fingering her pussy hard and fast. Her body jerks with every thrust of his hand. Soon he replaces his fingers with his cock, fucking her vigorously on the edge of the bed. Her feet kick and fly around as he pounds her, driving her through one orgasm after another while sliding every inch deep inside her.

He flips her onto her side so her ass hangs over the edge of the mattress. He delivers sharp spanks to her cheeks, then buries himself in her pussy again, fucking her deep. Each powerful stroke rocks her whole body forward.

Finally he reties her—wrists bound tightly to her ankles, leaving her spread wide open and ready for him. He pulls her close, lines himself up, and slides back into her dripping pussy. He fucks her hard in spread-eagle position until he can’t hold back any longer. He slides deep and fills her with a thick, deep creampie.

He stays inside her for a moment, watching his cum slowly leak from her used pussy. Then he pulls out and steps back, admiring the sight of his stepdaughter bound on the bed, thoroughly fucked, and filled with his cum.

Tatti has just finished getting ready for the gym. As she walks down the stairs, a man stands hidden in her living room, watching her through the crack of the door. Once she passes by and leaves the house, he checks to make sure she’s gone, then pulls off his face covering and begins searching the house for anything worth taking.

He soon finds a beautiful bracelet, slips it into his pocket, and continues looking. Suddenly he hears the back door again—Tatti is coming back! He dives behind the sofa, out of sight. Her gym session was cancelled, and now she’s returning.

Tatti walks in while talking on the phone. The man stays silent until she passes close enough—then he springs up from behind, clamps a hand over her mouth, and quickly ends the call.

Later, he has Tatti taped to a chair upstairs while he finishes ransacking the house. She wriggles and strains against the restraints, muffled sounds escaping from behind the tape gag. He returns empty-handed and annoyed—his haul is pitiful. But he won’t be leaving with nothing.

He steps close and starts groping her large boobs through her gym top, then slides a hand down the front of her leggings, feeling her pussy growing wetter and wetter under his touch.

He moves in closer, peels the tape gag off her mouth, and pushes his cock between her lips. He fucks her throat steadily as drool spills from the corners of her mouth, running down her chin. He drives deeper, hitting the back of her throat and fucking her tonsils until she gags.

After thoroughly face-fucking her, he untapes her from the chair and puts her into a tight frog tie. She rolls around on the floor. He lifts her up onto her knees and fucks her mouth again, making her gag and splutter around his shaft.

Finally he pushes her against the bed, straddles her face, and slides his cock all the way down her throat, fucking it with long, deep strokes.

Once her throat has been well and truly fucked, he lifts her onto the bed and begins fingering her pussy through her little panties. He soon replaces his fingers with his cock and starts fucking her properly, making her big boobs bounce wildly with each deep thrust.

Next he rolls her onto her side and slides in her from behind, grabbing her neck as he fucks deep into her. He fucks her through one orgasm after another until her eyes roll back in her head.

Then he lies down and pulls her on top of him in reverse, fucking her hard from below. The intense pleasure creates high-pitched moans and squeals out of her.

Finally he places her on her back—still in the frog tie—slides his cock back inside her soaked pussy, and fucks her deeply. When he’s ready to finish, he pulls out, removes the fresh tape gag he reapplied, and unloads thick ropes of cum across her face. He steps back to admire the messy artwork, long strands of hot cum dripping from her face before he leaves.