Helena's body trembled violently, her orgasm spiraling out of control as the garden's energy pulsed through her. The vines that had entwined her moments before now seemed to retreat, as if satisfied with their work, leaving her exposed and vulnerable. The air around her shifted, the lush greenery of Elysium fading into the dimly lit chamber where The Collector stood, his presence looming like a shadow. His eyes, cold and calculating, locked onto hers, and she felt a shiver run down her spine, a stark contrast to the warmth of her recent ecstasy.
"You've tasted the garden's pleasures," he said, his voice low and commanding. "But now, it's time for my pleasure."
Before Helena could respond, he was upon her, his movements swift and deliberate. He grabbed her hair, his grip tight and unforgiving, yanking her head back with a force that made her gasp. Her breath caught in her throat as he pressed his body against hers, his hardness evident through the thin fabric of his trousers. She tried to resist, her hands clawing at his wrists, but her weakened state made her efforts futile.
"Struggle all you want," he sneered, his breath hot against her ear. "It only makes it sweeter."
With a rough tug, he forced her to her knees, her body still trembling from the aftermath of her orgasm. She felt humiliated, her pride shattered as he positioned himself in front of her, his throbbing cock already free from his pants. It was thick and veined, glistening with pre-cum, and she knew there was no escape.
"Open your mouth," he commanded, his tone brooking no argument.
Helena hesitated, her eyes darting to the sides, searching for any sign of resistance. But there was none. The Collector's grip tightened in her hair, pulling her head back further, and she knew she had no choice. Slowly, reluctantly, she parted her lips, her breath coming in shallow gasps.
Without warning, he shoved his cock into her mouth, his thrust brutal and unrelenting. Helena gagged, her eyes watering as he forced himself deeper, her lips stretched around his girth. He held her head steady, his grip unyielding, as he began to thrust in earnest, his hips snapping forward with a rhythm that was both mechanical and primal.
"Swallow it," he growled, his voice laced with dominance. "Swallow every drop."
Helena's mind reeled as she struggled to breathe, her nose pressed against his abdomen. She could taste the bitterness of his pre-cum, the metallic tang of his skin, and she felt a surge of disgust mixed with a perverse arousal. Her body, still reeling from the garden's orgasmic onslaught, was now being pushed to its limits once more.
The Collector's thrusts grew more frantic, his grip in her hair tightening as he neared the edge. "You're mine," he hissed, his voice dripping with possession. "Every inch of you."
Helena's eyes widened as she felt his cock twitch in her mouth, the first burst of his cum shooting down her throat. She tried to pull away, but his grip was unyielding, forcing her to take it all. Wave after wave of his seed filled her mouth, hot and bitter, overwhelming her senses. She choked, her body convulsing as she struggled to breathe, her hands scrabbling at his thighs in a desperate attempt to free herself.
But The Collector was relentless. He held her there, his hips still thrusting as he emptied himself into her, his grunts of pleasure echoing in the chamber. "Swallow it," he repeated, his voice a harsh command. "Prove your submission."
Helena's tears mingled with his cum as she obeyed, her throat working to take it all. Her body felt like it was being torn apart, her mind a blur of humiliation and arousal. She was drowning in his dominance, her will to resist crumbling under the weight of his power.
Finally, he pulled out, his cock slipping from her lips with a wet pop. Helena collapsed to the floor, her mouth full, her body shaking uncontrollably. She coughed and sputtered, his cum dripping from her lips, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The Collector loomed over her, his expression cold and satisfied, as he delivered one final, brutal thrust—this time, a kick to her side that sent her rolling onto her back.
"Pathetic," he muttered, his voice laced with disdain. "But useful."
Helena lay there, her body broken, her mind reeling. She could feel his cum sliding down her chin, the taste lingering in her mouth, a stark reminder of her submission. Her hands trembled as she reached up to wipe her lips, but he grabbed her wrist, stopping her.
"Leave it," he ordered, his grip tight. "Let it be a reminder of who you belong to."
She stared up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of hatred and something else—something she couldn't quite name. Was it desire? Fear? Or something darker, more primal?
The Collector leaned down, his face inches from hers, his breath ghosting across her skin. "This is only the beginning," he whispered, his voice a promise and a threat. "Elysium has so much more to offer. And you, Helena, will take it all."
He straightened, his presence still looming over her, before turning and walking away, leaving her alone on the cold floor. Helena lay there, her body aching, her mind swirling with confusion and shame. But beneath it all, there was a spark—a dangerous, thrilling spark of anticipation.
What would come next? Could she resist, or was she already too far gone? The Collector's words echoed in her mind, a haunting refrain that left her questioning everything.
As the silence of the chamber enveloped her, Helena closed her eyes, her breath steadying. She knew one thing for certain: this was far from over. The Collector had broken her, but he had also awakened something within her—something wild, something hungry.
And as she lay there, the taste of his cum still on her lips, she couldn't help but wonder what other pleasures—and pains—awaited her in the depths of Elysium.