The Dialectic of Master and Slave - Chapter 38
“Hold your hips and spread them wide so your cunt is clearly visible.”
Jaha clenched her teeth silently and followed the Emperor’s instructions. Thanks to the whitening gel Lady Berun had applied daily, Jaha’s lower body, as well as her n*****s, had taken on a soft peach hue.
If he were being honest, he didn’t particularly care about the color or shape, so it was a pointless effort. But he brought it up anyway to provoke her.
“You’ve gone to the trouble of grooming yourself like this to be pretty, so I should make good use of it, shouldn’t I?”
Rubbing his member gently against her damp entrance, the Emperor continued to taunt her.
“I’ll keep using you until your petals stretch, your color deepens, and this tight hole becomes loose enough to swallow my c**k without any foreplay.”
Instead of spouting this nonsense, just get it over with already, you bastard.
Jaha seethed inwardly. The longer she had to wait in this exposed position, the stronger the feelings of helplessness and shame that rose from her toes. But that wasn’t the end of it. The Emperor knew exactly how to push her further into a corner.
The slave, despite her misplaced pride, had the misfortune of possessing a body that didn’t match her lofty demeanor.
A body sensitive to pleasure.
A spring that soaked easily.
As he stroked Jaha’s b******s with a large hand, he chided her in a voice laced with amusement.
“Your cunt is so wet. Could it be that taking my c**k in your cunt-mouth has made you horny?”
Jaha’s body stiffened.
Wet? No way. The only thing Jaha had felt while her throat was being violated was pain. There was no way she could have gotten wet down there. This was nothing but baseless slander.
Jaha desperately suppressed the urge to retort out loud, vehemently denying his claim in her mind. But then, the blunt tip pressed firmly against her entrance. Startled, Jaha held her breath.
The sensation of the large object pushing into her was vivid. As if proving his claim that she was wet, the thick glans slid in smoothly without much resistance, followed by the hard s***t stretching her to her limit as it filled her inner walls with its lengthy body.
The Emperor, having finally pushed his member all the way in after spreading her b******s wide, let out a satisfied sigh.
Leaning forward, he completely covered Jaha’s back with his upper body and whispered softly,
“This is still the best. You know how to welcome your master so warmly.”
His vulgar words disrupted Jaha’s breathing. Soon, as the pistoning began in earnest, the usual stream of obscenities poured out.
“How did you live without a c**k all this time? Every time I put it in, you go crazy with pleasure.” Thrust, thrust. As he repeatedly hammered her sensitive spot, a bolt of lightning seemed to strike Jaha’s mind.
“Your hole has stretched quite a bit. Well, taking a c**k like this regularly, you must know better than anyone that it can’t go back to how it was. No ordinary c**k will be able to fill you now.”
“Ah, haah!”
“You’re only good for being my personal c**k sleeve.”
The terrifying pleasure and lewd words mixed chaotically in her mind.
Jaha felt like she was losing her mind. Even though she knew it wasn’t true, hearing it over and over made her feel like she was going insane.
Wait, is it really not true?
A small doubt surfaced, only to quickly fade. Her brain, melted by the pleasure, wasn’t functioning properly.
Euphoria came to Jaha first. The Emperor, as always, paid no heed and continued thrusting into her overly sensitive insides until, after a while, he released a thick, milky fluid. Then, without even pulling out, he began a second round.
That day, too, the act ended with Jaha passing out.
At some point, the Emperor noticed Jaha lying completely still and pulled out with a look of disbelief.
“Tch, so fragile.”
He truly couldn’t understand why she always passed out first when he was the one doing all the work.
Still fully e***t, he stroked himself, annoyed at having to finish the job alone. He could have forced her awake or called another slave, but for some reason, neither option appealed to him.
As he moved his hand roughly up and down, he studied Jaha’s unconscious form.
With nothing else to do while pleasuring himself, he had started examining her face whenever she passed out.
The slightly parted lips that had wrapped around him, the black eyes hidden behind closed lids, the faint tremble of her eyelashes, the slight furrow of her brow—picking apart these small details made time fly by until he reached his climax.
He aimed his throbbing, twitching member at Jaha. Thick, sticky fluid splattered across her stomach, chest, and face.
After wiping himself clean on her soft thigh, he leisurely admired the scene he had created.
