Tears streamed down Violet's face as she struggled not to choke, puffing her cheeks to please him. The leash around her neck seemed to tighten with every thrust, cutting off her air.

She was nothing more than a fucktoy for him now, a warm hole for his pleasure. And if this was what she had to endure to save Michael...then so be it.

Sal groaned as he reached his peak, flooding Violet's mouth with his hot seed. He held her in place until she swallowed every last drop, then released her with a shove.

Violet fell back on her knees, coughing and gasping for breath. Her jaw ached and her throat was raw from his brutal usage.

Sal tucked himself away and zipped up his trousers, looking down at her with a smirk of dark satisfaction.

"Not bad for your first time," he said mockingly. "I think you'll make a fine assistant after all."

Violet glared up at him through her tears, hate and humiliation burning in her chest. But there was nothing she could say or do to stop this. She was well and truly his now.

And God help her, some sick part of her had enjoyed it. Enjoyed being used and degraded and debased.

The next few weeks passed in a blur of degradation and shame for Violet. Every day, Sal would summon her to his study, where he would use her body in every depraved way imaginable.

He would bend her over his desk and fuck her from behind, his thick cock slamming into her cunt or ass until she screamed. He would tie her to the chair with leather straps and tease her mercilessly with vibrators, bringing her to the brink of orgasm over and over again before denying her release.

And through it all, Violet endured. She learned to swallow her pride and do whatever he asked without complaint, desperate to please him so he would let Michael go.

She was his perfect little fucktoy now, his obedient slave girl who existed only for his pleasure. Sal kept her on a tight leash both literally and figuratively, reminding her daily of who owned her.

But even as she submitted to his sick games, Violet held onto a desperate hope. She knew she couldn't go on like this forever,losing herself bit by bit until there was nothing left but a hollow shell.

She had to find a way out. A way to save Michael without sacrificing the last scraps of her dignity and sanity.

And she would. She had to.

One evening, Sal ordered Violet to dress in a particularly skimpy outfit,a black lace bra that left little to the imagination, a tiny thong, and matching stockings held up by garters.

"Dress like the whore you are," he'd commanded coldly when he saw her hesitating. "You belong to me, remember? Every inch of this body is mine to use as I please."

Violet had flushed hotly at his words but obediently changed into the revealing attire. As she walked out to the main room, Sal looked her up and down with a predatory gleam in his eye.

"Turn around," he ordered, voice rough with desire. "Let me see what I'm working with tonight."

Violet bit her lip and complied, slowly spinning in a circle for his viewing pleasure. The lace of her bra and thong bit into her skin, a constant reminder of her submissive role.

Sal growled low in his throat, stalking towards her with dark intent in his eyes. He grabbed her roughly by the hips, grinding himself against her ass.

"Fuck, you're a sight," he rasped, nipping at her earlobe. "I'm going to ruin you tonight."

Violet shuddered at his words, feeling a thrill of fear and unwanted arousal. She knew from experience how ruthless he could be when it came to sex. He took what he wanted from her body without mercy.

He pushed her face down to the carpet, making her gasp. Then he flipped up her skirt, exposing her ass and pussy to his hungry gaze.

"You've been a good little fucktoy lately," he murmured, giving her cheek a sharp slap. "Maybe I'll reward you by letting you come tonight."

Violet whimpered at the promise, clenching her thighs together needily. She craved the intense release only Sal could give her now, even as it shamed her to admit it.

He ripped her thong off with a savage tug, tossing the torn lace aside. Then he was inside her with one brutal thrust, stretching her slick walls around his thick cock.

Violet cried out at the sudden penetration, fingers scrabbling against the carpet. He set a punishing pace right away, pounding into her hard and deep.

"Yes, take it!" he snarled, hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. "Fucking take my cock like the desperate little slut you are."

Violet could only moan brokenly in response, lost in the overwhelming sensations. He felt so huge splitting her open, filling her completely with every merciless thrust.

Her climax built rapidly, coiling tighter and tighter in her core. Just a little more...

"Come for me," Sal commanded harshly, reaching around to roughly pinch her clit. "Now!"

Violet screamed as the orgasm tore through her, her cunt clenching like a vice around Sal's pistoning cock. He continued to fuck her through it relentlessly, prolonging her pleasure until she was sobbing from the intensity.

Only then did he finally let himself go, grinding deep as he emptied himself inside her with a guttural groan.

They collapsed together in a sweaty tangle of limbs, both panting harshly. Violet felt Sal's release start to dribble out of her abused hole, making a mess on the carpet beneath them.

He rolled off her with a satisfied grunt, tucking himself back into his trousers. Violet lay there shivering, fighting back tears as the sick realization sank in yet again.

This was her life now. Being used and debased for another's twisted pleasure, with no end in sight.