The Dialectic of Master and Slave - Chapter 80
The a**l beads adjusted their rhythm, shifting angles as they plunged inside, varying their depth before finally beginning to rotate.
The sheer size of the weapon tormenting her p***y was overwhelming enough, but with the a**l beads now moving in living, unpredictable patterns, Jaha felt as if her brain were burning up.
“Hahh, h-haaah!”
“I can’t possibly lose to mere toys, so I suppose I’ll have to step up my efforts.”
The Emperor ruthlessly ravaged her inner walls with his throbbing s***t. As her toes curled from the numbing pleasure, Jaha collapsed against his chest.
Even as he watched her trembling on the brink of climax, the Emperor didn’t stop tormenting both holes before finally pouring thick, milky fluid deep into her womb.
“Hold it in—don’t let a single drop spill. The moment I pull out, clench tight and keep my seed inside. Understood? If you leak before I plug you up, I’ll punish you.”
As his c**k withdrew, Jaha immediately tensed her lower muscles, resisting the urge to give in. Her legs trembled from the a**l beads still stimulating her rear, but she had no desire to face whatever punishment awaited her.
Fortunately, the Emperor soon inserted a plug into her lower half—but it was far too long, thick, and oddly familiar in shape to be just a simple stopper.
“It’s a molded replica of my c**k. From now on, neither hole will feel lonely—I’ll violate them both with this.”
He set Jaha down on the floor, then swiftly thrust out his hardened pillar of flesh.
“Go on, see how it tastes—even through your mouth.”
Kneeling, Jaha looked up at the enormous s***t casting a shadow over her face. She was supposed to take that into her mouth? The thought alone was daunting. But refusal wasn’t an option.
Hesitating, she reluctantly gripped it with both hands, cautiously flicking her tongue against the tip—then her eyes widened. It was sweet.
“Well? They said they altered the taste of c**k nectar. Is it bearable? Supposedly an addictively sweet flavor.”
The Emperor stroked her head with a large hand, murmuring with unexpected tenderness. Skeptical, Jaha licked again. It really was sweet. Whether it was truly addictive or not, the taste was oddly compelling.
She parted her lips and slowly took him in. If she didn’t have to do this at all, fine—but if she had to, this was a hundred times better than ordinary c*m.
Sucking, licking, lost in the rhythm—she suddenly snapped back to awareness as the Emperor came, thick seed flooding deep into her throat.
“Seems the addiction factor’s stronger than expected. Cute how you kept sucking without thinking, but you’d better stop with the mouth now.”
He pulled out, dragging a finger along the spilled release at her lips and pushing it back into her mouth.
For a moment, Jaha felt strange. As if the Emperor was acting… concerned about side effects. Like he couldn’t afford to let harm come to her body.
What a ridiculous thought. What is this? Stockholm syndrome?
Jaha bit down on the flesh inside her mouth. Normally, she wouldn’t have done anything that could cause trouble in the first place. Taking the drug was already an act far removed from mere concern—if she’d truly been worried, she wouldn’t have gathered the remaining s***n and pushed it into her mouth.
He slipped his arm under Jaha’s armpit, lifting her effortlessly before turning her around. Pulling the finger hooked through the ring, he yanked out the a**l beads in one swift motion, then rubbed his swollen c**k against the gaping hole. Jaha’s hips jerked as a wave of release shuddered through her.
“Your back c**t should taste ridges too.”
Pushing his p***s into her rose, he pulled Jaha tight against him, kneading her chest as he backed her into the wall.
“Walk. Forward.”
Nearly shoved by his strength, Jaha staggered ahead on trembling legs.
“Lean against the wall.”
As she pressed her arms, face, and chest against the surface, he gripped her waist, pulling her hips back until only her a*s stuck out. Seizing her lower stomach, he began thrusting in earnest.
“Ngh—! Hnng—! Hk—!”
The thick, riddened s***t scraped against her rectal walls, sending waves of pleasure unlike anything she’d felt from her p***y.
“Seems you like this side too. Good.”
The Emperor, still gripping her chest, twisted the rings around her n*****s with a whisper.
Already conditioned to climax from n****e stimulation alone, Jaha shuddered, her back quivering as she panted. But it didn’t end there. The faux c**k plugging her slit—preventing his seed from leaking—began to move.
With all holes under assault at once, Jaha was swallowed by pleasure so intense she thought she’d go mad.
