The Dialectic of Master and Slave - Chapter 19
After calming his excitement somewhat, the Emperor began to move his hips slowly. He pulled out until only the tip remained, then thrust back in with a single motion. The sensation of being tightly squeezed, as if welcoming back its owner, pleased him so much that he repeated the motion several times. Soon, moisture built up inside, and her walls began to swallow him even more eagerly.
The louder, squelching sounds with each thrust heightened his arousal. It was a natural sound, one he had never paid much attention to before, but today, the wet friction echoing from deep within seemed to boil his blood.
He wanted to make even lewder sounds. It felt like only the splashing of fluids with each movement would satisfy him.
Spreading the slave’s legs wide, he pressed down firmly on her thighs to fix her position. Then, he adjusted the angle and direction of his thrusts, searching for the spot that would make her release even more of that sweet fluid.
Jaha bit her lip. Her body, heated and tormented by the slime, had become more sensitive than ever, vividly conveying sensations she would normally never have noticed.
She could feel every detail—how the thick tip parted her inner walls, how deep the hot, rigid s***t penetrated, how the flesh buried inside pulsed rhythmically.
It felt as though she knew everything about his member: its thickness, length, even the way it curved. It was identical in shape to the slime that had tormented her for days. Though larger, its familiar form allowed her insides to accept the Emperor without resistance. In fact, when he pulled out, she felt an odd sense of emptiness.
The sheer volume of his flesh, almost weapon-like, mercilessly crushed every part of her, whether she could feel it or not.
The parts she had wished the slime would touch more forcefully, especially somewhere deep inside, were now being pressed heavily by his s***t. Jaha even felt a sense of relief. Each time the bulging veins scraped roughly against that spot, it felt so good that she thought she might lose her mind.
As she felt herself growing wetter, Jaha chewed on the inside of her cheek.
This isn’t my fault.
She had learned in health class that it was natural to become aroused when stimulated. Even in non-consensual situations, the body could react physiologically. It was like how anyone would feel ticklish if tickled, no matter who was doing it.
She knew this intellectually, but facing the reality of it was miserable. She despised her body for feeling pleasure in such a situation.
Is this all I am? I should endure this with willpower. I’m not an animal—how can I get excited while being forced like this?
It was an irrational criticism, a self-loathing that served no purpose. Even though she knew this, Jaha couldn’t stop herself. Beneath the illogical self-reproach lay a clear reason: the belief that she was different from others. It was arrogance, the conviction that no matter how universal the outcome, she would be the exception.
Everyone lives with some degree of this baseless pride. People think they’ll somehow avoid serious illness, survive natural disasters, or even win the lottery against all odds.
Jaha, barely twenty years old, was especially full of illusions and expectations about herself. The fact that she had felt nothing during the previous two encounters only fueled her delusion.
It was a dreamlike thought, but Jaha had hoped she wouldn’t feel any pleasure from this forced relationship until she could completely escape it. The shock of that idealistic hope being shattered was immense.
Now, her last line of defense was to avoid making any humiliating sounds. She didn’t want anyone to know she was feeling anything in this situation.
Fortunately, it was still bearable. The strange sensations spreading from within, the sounds threatening to escape her throat—they were pleasurable, but not unbearable. Or so she thought, until the s***t inside her struck a particular spot with force. In an instant, her vision flickered, and her back, which had been pressed against the floor, arched involuntarily.
“Ah!”
A small cry escaped through her tightly clenched lips.
The Emperor, with his sharp senses, didn’t miss the sound. He pulled back slightly before thrusting in again, burying himself to the hilt. Her inner walls trembled and clenched tightly around him. As if to confirm, he pressed firmly against the slightly thickened spot deep inside, and the slave’s body shuddered again.
“Do you like it here?”
The Emperor chuckled softly, grabbing Jaha’s ankles and lifting them as he began to move his hips in earnest. This wasn’t like his usual, perfunctory motions to satisfy his needs—this was on a whole different level. The weighty s***t hammered into her most sensitive spot, and Jaha’s mind went blank.
“Ah, uh, ahh…!”
*What is this?*
The repeated stimulation didn’t lead to adaptation; instead, it made her feel stranger and stranger. Each time the p***s thrust in and out, her insides buzzed, and her thighs trembled uncontrollably. Unbeknownst to her, sweet moans had already begun to escape her lips.
