The Dialectic of Master and Slave - Chapter 60
While her body grew unusually hot and her rear opening itched, the Emperor ground against her sweet spot with his member while pulling on the a**l beads.
The electrifying pleasure rising from the front and the relieving sensation of release from the back.
Jaha tilted her head backward and screamed.
“Haahngh!”
“So it was the emptiness in the back after all.”
The Emperor laughed deeply as he withdrew his member from her v****a, leaving only the tip, while simultaneously thrusting the a**l beads deep into her gaping rear passage.
“Just filling your cunt wasn’t enough, was it?”
“Ungh!”
“I failed to pay attention. This lewdly depraved body can’t be properly satisfied unless at least two holes are filled.”
Again his member buried itself against her weak spot while the beads that had been expanding her inner passage slipped out.
Jaha was bewildered. She couldn’t refute the Emperor’s claim. The empty feeling had disappeared when the a**l beads moved in and out of her rear opening. As they say, you don’t miss what you have until it’s gone—she hadn’t given it any thought normally, but once it was removed, she felt the lack.
It was an unbelievable reality.
One she didn’t want to believe.
Jaha’s face drained of color.
Once she became aware of it, the presence of the a**l beads entering and exiting in alternation with his member became unbearably vivid. She felt she might go mad as she became conscious of the beads of varying sizes that penetrated, stretched, and scraped against the membrane of her itching rear passage.
“Ah, ah, aaah!”
Was the Emperor right?
Was her body truly more lewd than others?
No, her rear being violated like this shouldn’t elicit such a response. It wasn’t even a s****l organ.
It must be that something was wrong with her…….
Watching Jaha in her confusion, the Emperor continued thrusting his p***s against her womanhood. He didn’t stop pulling and pushing the chain connected to the ring on his index finger, making the black beads enter and exit her b******s.
What Jaha felt was the emptiness he had deliberately created. He had intentionally formed this habit by stimulating her rear passage alongside her front each time he took her.
Just as a dog salivates at the mere sound of a bell after being consistently fed following that sound, or how a woman becomes wet below after only performing oral service if that act is repeatedly followed by intercourse, he had methodically conditioned her to associate a**l stimulation with the pleasure from her womanhood as if they were one set. Add to that the parasitic demon making her membranes more sensitive and the liberal use of creams—it would have been stranger if she felt nothing at all.
In fact, her psychological defenses had merely delayed the effects. She was too stubborn—even a refined lady wouldn’t be this resistant. But the Emperor deliberately kept this truth from Jaha. For him, it was better if she believed herself to be lustful.
“They say strong-willed women feel more pleasure from this side than from their cunts, and it seems that saying isn’t entirely wrong. Look at you, in heat and dripping wet.”
The Emperor slapped her white, luscious b******s hard enough to make a crack sound. The beads inserted inside trembled in response, rubbing against Jaha’s inner walls, which were already inflamed with creams and unable to control the tingling sensation.
Fluid burst from her s*x, soaking their point of connection. Not missing the opportunity, he drove his member even deeper. To mix the pleasure obtained from her female organ with the stimulation of her a**l passage.
If you constantly mix and implant the idea that they’re the same, confusion sets in. The human body is stupider than one might expect.
Eventually, Jaha would come to feel pleasure just from having something inserted in her rear hole.
Her n*****s grew so tender that even the slightest touch could bring her to the edge, sending waves of pleasure through her body, while a warm, honeyed sensation pooled between her thighs as they brushed against the fabric.
Because he had decided to make her that way.
Gently touching her rear opening, which protruded slightly from holding the beads, he whispered soothingly.
“I understand you’re desperate to take my c**k here too, but be patient. Your back-cunt isn’t ripe enough yet to receive my c**k.”
He pulled the chain so that only half of the largest bead emerged from her a**s. The elastic hole, stretched to accommodate the circumference of the soaking wet black bead, looked like it could easily swallow any ordinary member. But his was far from ordinary in size.
“You need to smoothly take in a bead twice the size of the toy your back-cunt is holding now.”
Hilale
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