The Dialectic of Master and Slave - Chapter 79
Jaha stared at the rings now clamped around her n*****s. No engravings, no embellishments—just a luminous sheen that betrayed their unnatural origin. She had no knowledge of metals to guess their material, nor any desire to ask the Emperor.
“Now that the top is adorned, let’s move to the bottom.”
Pushing her thighs apart, his fingers kneaded the plush flesh of her inner lips, already slick.
“Time to pierce this pretty little c**t with a ring.”
Without warning, he pinched her slightly swollen labia and slid the tiny ring through. A sharp sting flared—then vanished, likely erased by magic.
Two identical rings, each no larger than a thumbnail, now framed her entrance. He stroked her slit twice with his middle finger, as if praising her endurance.
“From now on, when I tell you to spread yourself, you’ll use these rings to open up. Understood? Then lie back and demonstrate.”
Jaha obeyed, legs splayed, mortification burning her cheeks as she tugged the rings to expose her most private flesh. She felt his gaze like a physical weight. Refusing to meet it, she stared at the ceiling—until a mirror materialized midair. No ordinary mirror, but a magical one, reflecting only what the Emperor wished her to see.
“Good girl. Shall I reward you?”
In the mirror, Jaha caught sight of the Emperor unbuckling his belt—and froze. His once-smooth s***t was now grotesquely studded with jagged protrusions.
“They say the effect lasts about three hours,” he mused. “Best not waste a single moment.”
The Emperor aligned his now even more menacing e******n with her entrance. As the angle in the mirror shifted, Jaha glimpsed the silver rings adorning both sides of her petals.
Pierced labia—something that should’ve made her scream in protest. Yet, to her own surprise, she felt numb.
The placement was embarrassing, sure, but piercings could be removed later. Less shocking than the rose tattoo branding.
But the delayed realization hit like a gut punch:
When did I start making these pathetic compromises?
The studded s***t breached her in one thrust. Already overwhelmed by his size, the embossed texture stole her breath. Each ridge scraped mercilessly against her inner walls, thighs trembling as they raked over hypersensitive spots.
It hurts.
It hurts—yet somehow, it’s not entirely unbearable.
“Variety is the spice of life, no?”
The Emperor smirked, fully sheathed, his eyes dark with lust. He stroked her belly mockingly, as if giving her time to adjust, then produced an a**l bead strand.
“Wouldn’t want your backdoor feeling neglected. Spread yourself.”
Yanking her upright by the arms, he cradled her back against his chest. The shift in angle made the studs drag differently inside her—Jaha jerked with every accidental brush against raw nerves.
Once settled against him, he pushed the toy into her fluttering rear hole. Her spine arched with each bead swallowed, breath hitching.
When only the chain remained outside, he stood abruptly—taking her full weight on his impaling length.
Too deep—
“Wrap your arms around my neck. Or cling to my shoulders.”
The Emperor gave her a choice.
She gripped his shoulders tightly—wrapping her arms around his neck would have felt too intimate for their twisted relationship.
With her legs firmly locked around his waist, he began pounding into her with relentless force. The sheer brutality of his movements left her breathless, his monstrous length carving her apart from the inside. It felt like being impaled to the hilt, each thrust deeper than usual—whether from gravity or his unrestrained hunger, she didn’t know.
Every time his c**k dragged against the piercing in her walls, an unfamiliar sensation coiled in her belly.
“Ngh—ah, ahhn!”
The thick, pulsing s***t splitting her open below, the a**l beads stuffed mercilessly into her other hole—being filled to the brim like this was too much, yet perfect.
Watching Jaha unravel beneath him, her eyes glazed with pleasure, the Emperor felt a dark satisfaction surge through him.
The woman who’d once been as unyielding as stone now writhed between his thrusts, spilling broken moans. Every touch drew another shudder, another slick pulse of surrender.
He had reduced her to this.
“You’ve become a body that can’t be satisfied with just one hole, have you? But don’t worry—I’ll take full responsibility.”
A short command from his lips made the a**l beads begin vibrating on their own, sliding in and out of her clenching heat.
Jaha choked on a gasp, clinging to him desperately as the sudden stimulation tore through her.
Against her master’s will, Jaha’s body had completely surrendered to the pleasure from behind. Now, even the slightest touch to her hole sent shivers through her insides, making her waist squirm.
“It’s magic, so don’t be alarmed. You’ve become such a lewd body that won’t be satisfied unless both holes are filled—so you should at least do this much.”
