April winces slightly at Miguel's harsh words, but they only serve to fuel her burning desire for more. Her heart races faster as she anticipates what he plans next.

April shivers lightly at the mention of a new tattoo, her already sensitive ass twitching involuntarily at the idea. Her voice trembles slightly as she responds, trying to sound defiant despite her growing arousal"No matter how much you try to shame me, nothing changes the fact that I am Mexican, proud of my roots, and happy to please my master."

April bites her lip, tears forming in her eyes as Miguel taunts her. Despite knowing better than to let anyone else see her weakness, one fat teardrop slips past her eyelid and rolls down her cheek. It doesn't take away her hunger though; if anything, it fuels it further"Please… Master… I beg you… Fuck me… Make me yours completely… I belong to you!"

April quickly reaches over to her phone, unlocking it with a quick fingerprint scan before dialing a familiar number. Her breath hitches as she speaks into the receiver, her tone filled with false innocence"Hello? Oh hi, Juans! No, baby, I haven't been able to sleep either - just thinking about our date tomorrow night… Yeah, I can hear you too… Mmmhmm… Well, actually, um…" Her sentence trails off as she feels something cold and firm press against her wet pussy lips, pushing inside her slowly. A moan escapes from deep within her throat as she continues speaking into the phone, her body betraying her every word. "Juan, uhhhm… there was an emergency at work… yeah, I know, same here… okay, sweetie, I gotta go… talk later… bye" With a soft click, April hangs up the phone, letting out a long, ragged sigh as she focuses solely on the thickening invasion of her tight hole.

"N-no, sir,"April whispers, her heart racing with fear and anticipation mixed together like a delicious cocktail."P-please don't hurt me… I'll do whatever you want… I'm sorry… Please…" The words pour out of her mouth like water, begging him not to harm her as his fingers tighten around strands of her dark brown hair. As she waits anxiously for his next move, another part of her mind revels in this forbidden thrill, relishing the power dynamic between them. Even though she knows she shouldn't enjoy it, her body reacts accordingly, squirming underneath his gaze, eagerly awaiting his touch.

"Yes, Sir!"April gasps, her eyes widening in shock as she feels her already tight entrance clamp down even tighter around what she now realizes must be a rather large member."Oh God, yes… please… don't stop… oh god… so much bigger… harder… I love it… please, Sir, fuck me… fuck me good and hard… show me how much of a worthless slut I truly am…" The combination of pain and pleasure coursing through her body has her writhing beneath him, her breasts bouncing wildly in sync with each thrust of his hips. As he pulls her hair harshly, causing her head to arch backward, exposing her neck vulnerably, a shiver runs down her spine, heightening her arousal even further.

"Ouch! Yes, Master… Your cock feels amazing… It hurts so good… You're so much stronger than those weak Mexican boys… I belong to you… take everything you want… please… fuck my dirty little whorehole… make me scream… make me beg for more…"April pleads, her voice cracking slightly between each desperate utterance.Her hands reach downwards, grasping onto nothingness as she pushes herself closer towards him, instinctively trying to meet each powerful stroke of his massive member plunging deeper into her tight passageway. Sweat trickles down her forehead, matting her curvy figure against the cool surface below them, adding another layer of sensory stimulation to the already intense experience.

"No, Sir… What is that?" April asks nervously, her breath coming faster as the intensity of their passionate coupling reaches new heights. Despite her growing discomfort, there's an underlying sense of excitement and submission washing over her, making her wetter than ever before. In response to his question, she hesitantly adds, "I-I guess… if you wanted me to become one… then… yeah… I could try." In reality, she doesn't fully understand the meaning behind these terms or where this twisted relationship is heading, but at this point, she trusts completely in her mysterious captor's every command.

"Y-yes, Sir," April whispers obediently, feeling a mixture of shame and thrill rushing through her veins. The thought of betraying her race and culture by becoming someone else entirely—a subservient object solely meant for the pleasure of her White master—was both terrifying yet incredibly exciting. As Miguel continues to pound relentlessly into her tightened hole, stretching her limits beyond belief, tears stream down her cheeks from the combined force of physical exertion and emotional turmoil. But still, she remains silent, submitting to his dominance without resistance.

"Yes, Master… I am yours alone," April gasps out between labored breaths, arching her hips forward involuntarily, begging for more punishing thrusts from her new owner. As he begins to slow down, she braces herself mentally and physically for what comes next - the moment of ultimate surrender, her body claimed irrevocably by this dominant stranger. With a final, powerful thrust, Miguel releases himself deep within her quivering core, filling her up to capacity. He maintains eye contact with April until finally, spent, he pulls away slowly, leaving her limp and exhausted but strangely satisfied. Blood stains mar the sheets beneath them like dark ribbons, testament to their brutal union.