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    John found Eliza waiting not inside but in front of the Sex Dungeon. The way she stood was already pleasing to him. Usually, Eliza was erratic in her movements. Her legs jittered, her bodynguage was confrontational, closed or simply non-caring, and she stomped about with whatever emotion took hold of her mood swings at the time. Massive improvements had been made in her mental stability, but Eliza was still Eliza.


    Because of thatmonly erratic behaviour, her standing so still when waiting for her dominant was especially enticing. Her ck robe was closed, in itself a highly irregr urrence, hiding most of her under the loose cloth. Her feet were covered by the ck of her thigh-high leather boots, her hands folded maidenly in front of her hips. Only her expression failed to uphold her submissive posture. Her eyes were gazing directly at him and her mouth quivered from an impossible to suppress smile.


    John stopped in front of her. “What do you think you are doing?” he asked in a stern tone. Their eyes locked. As adorable as John found her upcast gaze, as beautiful as the shattered facets of her purple eyes were, as a dom he could not let her get away with this. “Who allowed you to look directly at me, Eliza?”


    “I’m sorry, Master,” the submissive, short girl said and hastily directed her eyes to the floor. Her voice was anotherponent of this that was so sweet about their sessions. All of the cussing, all of the screaming and all of the unsteadiness of her tone was eliminated when she yed her role. The smile she tried to suppress formed fully.


    “Are you?” John growled and grabbed her by the throat. He shoved her hard against the smooth wall of the corridor, dragged her up a little bit until her feet no longer connected to the ground. Her simple ck choker pressed into his palm. Golden dots and lines in her iris reshaped into the outline of hearts when she looked up at him again with great lust. Her white hair, transforming into azure blue from chin-length down, framed her beautiful face. “Keep your eyes down, slut.” The Gamer pped her across the face, hard enough for there to be a sound, but not hard enough to make her head fly to the side. Sadism was an art of moderation. “And wipe that grin off your face. You are mine and you will only act in ways that I approve, understand?”


    “…yes, Master…” Eliza pressed her weak answer past the grip on her throat. She obliged the eye-contact part immediately. The smile was a bit harder. John pped her twice more before it was reced with the agape mouth of someone panting in heat. The usual blueish-white teint of her face was getting more and more red, from the choking and the lust ensuing from her treatment.


    “You just can’t control yourself, can you?” John asked in an amused tone, tearing open her robe. Underneath, she wore the typicalbination of a leather thong and bra. Both articles of clothing were bound by metal rings. One was located between her moderately sized breasts, the other two were on either side of her wide hips. Between the thong and the ck, leather boots, a delightful amount of her thick thighs was visible. “You’re lucky that your body pleases me,” he told her, pulling down one half of her bra to pinch the hard, purplish nipple underneath.


    He twisted and pulled at it. Eliza grit her teeth and groaned with lust and pain. He gave her second tit the same treatment, then leaned down to kiss her. While he dominated her willing mouth with his tongue, his hand travelled down her side. The muscles of her athletic midriff shifted under the hand, gliding over her sensitive skin. Her dangling legs pushed against the wall, she tried her best to push against him. The submissive was craving her dom’s body.


    John pulled away from the kiss. “It seems I wasn’t clear enough,” he growled, his hand slipping into her thong. The inside of the leather was drenched with slick fluids. “You only get to behave in the way I want you to. Keep still.”


    “Yes, Master,” Eliza moaned, his fingers prating her eagerly waiting pussy. She went back to just dangling there, trying her best not to squirm while he fingered her.


    Looking down her small frame, John could not help butment, “God, you’re so beautiful. I can’t wait for the day I get to properly mark your womb as mine.” He could feel her pussy contract around his fingers at the insinuation. Smiling, he added, “Don’t get too excited. We both know I will knock you up. We will have a child together. Not today, though.”


    The rification didn’t change anything. Just the suggestion that he found her to be ‘highly valuable breeding stock’ was enough to make Eliza extra sensitive. Her body spasmed, as pussy juice overflowed from her thong and ran down her thighs. Keeping her pleasure high throughout her first orgasm, the Gamer kept the speed and rhythm of his fingering steady until she started to calm down.


    Carefully, he loosened his grip on her throat. When he left her on her own two feet, she slid down the wall, heavily panting and struggling for air. Aftershocks made her quiver and her eyes were glued to his crotch. “Not here. Follow me,” he told her and opened the door to the Sex Dungeon, “in the way that befits a submissive.”


    “If it pleases you, Master,” Eliza moaned and got on all fours. She followed him into the room like a leashed animal.


    The Sex Dungeon wasrgely empty at the moment. All of therger toys were stored inside the room’s inventory. The smaller ones were orderly tucked away in decorative shelves and vitrines along the wall, proudly disyed behind the ss. Pleasing aromas filled the room, wafting from candles and incense that ignited at the press of a button.


    For no other reason than that he could, he grabbed Eliza by her hair and then tossed her at the centre of the room. Shended on the firm mats that covered the floor. They were hard enough to provide proper support, but also soft enough that no physical actions on top of them would cause difort.


    “Stand up,” hemanded her. Eliza hastily obliged. Confusion hushed over her face for a moment when she didn’t feel any pleasure from it. “Undress me,” he gave her anothermand, and the submissive was quick to obey that as well. He kept watching her while she unbuttoned his shirt. She kept her eyes down and her expression mostly neutral. Only the confusion surfaced asionally in the move of her eyebrows. “What did we meet here for today, Eliza?” he asked.


    “You wanted to use your submissive, Master,” the pretty little psycho responded.


    “Indeed, and I want to see you submit to me absolutely. This is why I decided to make today special.” He paused for a moment, let her pull his shirt off before grabbing her face. “Look at me,” hemanded, while putting his shirt into his inventory with his other hand. Eliza obliged, lovingly staring at her dom. “For this session, you will not feel any physical pleasure. I’ve sealed it.” His left hand tapped against the dark blue mark above her womb. “You will serve me and the only pleasure you will derive from it is that you get to submit to me. Do you agree, ve?”


    “If it pleases you, Master,” Eliza gasped, almost hyperventting in response to the announcement. The gold in her eyes retained its heart shape. She was more into the idea than John had anticipated. He let go of her.


    “On your knees. Take off the rest of my clothes.” Less than a minute after saying that, he waspletely naked and the pretty little psycho waited for his next action. Her eyelids fluttered as she tried her hardest to keep her eyes down and away from his cock. “Good girl, you learn quickly,” Johnplimented her. “Now, how do you want me to fuck your insensitive body?”


    “My body belongs to you, Master, it is your choice,” Eliza responded, her voice almost tranquil. Thebination of extreme desire and inability to even feel pleasure was doing interesting things to her mind. John was intrigued to observe these developments.


    “Your behaviour is a bit shaky, but you know how to pick your words.” John yed with her silky hair, watched her nostrils re and her lips open in response to his cock being so close to her. “Tell me honestly, Eliza, what you think right now. Speak freely.”


    “Fucking use me,” Eliza immediately blurted out, almost shouting, still facing the floor. “Just rough me up, you brilliant slut-breaker. I want you to ravage all of the holes that you own, as if I was nothing but a fucking tool that you whip out when you feel like it. Fill my womb with your seed as often as it pleases you. Fuck it, fill all of me. Just empty your balls with all you can, asshole!” She startedughing crazily. “Don’t even know why I called you that there, John! Just hammer me without regard!” Her irrational tone copsed into a sickly cuteness. “I’m yours, yours, yours, please, please, please, use your cum bucket. Please! I’m a fucked up, kinky little slut and I want to be-“


    “That’ll be enough,” he interrupted her. “Back to your best behaviour.”


    “Yes, Master,” she responded.


    Wordlessly, John bowed over Eliza and tore the robe off her. They had many more where that one came from and destroying something indulged his primal parts. For her boots and underwear, he moved more delicately, removing them without damage. Then he withdrew an armlock and a leglock from the Sex Dungeons inventory and put both of them on her. Her hands, he fixed in front of her, while her legs were simply bound at the ankles.


    “Your mouth first,” John decided, finally putting his cock up to her lips.


    Eliza leaned in and let his dick slide into her mouth. She was slower in this than usual, only taking in the head and thoroughly working the sensitive spots around his ns with her tongue. Seeing the little submissive work the tip like this let John see just how big his dick was inparison to her body. That she regrly took it all the way down on a daily basis was a sign that she, just like the rest of his girls, was well trained in these regards. They had their gag reflex removed over the months, just like John’s tongue had gotten more dexterous.


    In Eliza’s specific case, it was noteworthy that she loved filling her throat with his cock. Inrge part, this was due to her masochism, but how her early blowjobs had gone likely also had an influence. Back when Eliza had not been in full control of her strength, she had just sat there and let him throat-fuck her. Ever since that first time, the majority of her oral offerings quickly devolved into wild and messy deepthroating.


    Not today. Today, she kept things calm and steady. She bobbed up and down half his length, kept her lips tightly sealed and, when she did let his cock pop out of her mouth, she took care not to let anything drip. Her lips brushed down the side of his dick, she kissed his balls, then she licked her way back up and wrapped her soft lips around his member again. She rotated her head softly, adding additional friction to the work of her tongue.


    “You really know what to do with your mouth,” John sighed. As much as he loved the wild and sloppy sex they normally had, this attention to detail was its own kind of pleasure and both had their time in his day. When he put a hand on her head, it was only to feel her soft hair, not to guide her. “Keep going, Eliza. Please your master.”


    Eliza moaned and went a little bit deeper. Finally, he entered her throat. With that barrier crossed, she steadily went all the way down. Her nose pressed into his groin. John could see her raised ass wiggle. When she slid back up, he saw her tits squished together between her locked arms. His cock was free for a moment, Eliza showering it in kisses. Even now that it had been in her throat, things were fairly clean.


    She moved to suck him back in, but John stopped her. “I’ll have you properly now,” he said and gave her a little shove. Eliza let herself topple over, just like she let John manhandle her into the position he wanted. A small post appeared from the ground. John hooked her leglock into that constraint, so that her ankles were bent behind her head. Then he undid her armlock, only to put it back into ce after he had pulled her arms under her butt.


    The final result was an Eliza that was reduced from short to onepact fuck bundle. Her raised ass was only one rolled up stomach away from her tits. Those two fun bags, in turn, were framed by her bound arms and legs. Her head was propped up by her folded feet. John loved this pose, both for how deliciouslyid out everything was and for how well it showed the flexibility of his girls.


    It was also one of Eliza’s favourite positions to be in. “Look at me,” Johnmanded, and was once more greeted by her heart-filled gaze. “I’m going to use your pussy now.”


    “Please use whatever of my holes pleases you, Master,” Eliza answered.


    John grabbed his cock and angled it properly, then he sunk into her tight cunt. The lustful scream that this was usually apanied by was missing. This did not, however, mean that Eliza was an emotionless doll that he inserted his cock into. The pretty little psycho was busy panting, keeping eye contact with him while he prated her fully. Her tight folds clung to his dick and pussy juice continued to flow. “Do you wish to feel pleasure again?” he asked.


    “I feel the pleasure of serving, Master,” Eliza said.


    “Such a good girl,” John hummed and grabbed her by the chin. His extended thumb brushed over her lips and soon vanished between them. She sucked on his finger, kept giving him the lustful, loving stare, and he started moving.


    He fucked her with the sole intent of getting off. In the situation he had created, the only things that mattered were her submission and his own bliss. Her pussy was no less pleasurable than during regr intercourse. The regr spasms of multiple orgasms were missing, but that allowed John to move more freely as well.


    “I love thish,” Eliza’s words slipped out. Her body shook without consequence, yet she seemed more turned on by the second. “S-sorry for speaking, Master.”


    “Continue,” the Gamer grunted, moving both his hands to her legs. He needed the support to keep the speed up anyway. “What do you love so much about being my cock sleeve?”


    “You usually fuck me so good, I forget where things are, Master,” Eliza confessed. “With this, I can keep watching you. I love how my ugly, useless body pleasures you.”


    “Eliza,” John growled, “don’t insult what is mine.”


    “Sorry, Master,” the pretty little psycho moaned. “Ahh, your cock is so fucking big… so big…” she repeated without the curse. “More, I want to be stretched out more. I want to be the reason you cum. I submit to you, John, I want to serve you, I want you to abuse me, I want you to-“


    Her words were cut off when John decided to oblige her requests and put both hands on her throat. Squeezing down on her, while he hammered into her for the final spurt, he watched her mouth go agape in anticipation of his orgasm.


    When he mmed into her onest time, when his seed started to paint her pussy white, an expression of pure satisfaction formed on her face. The pleasure block wasn’t lifted, not even weakened. Just being filled up with her dom’s cum brough her enough gratification that the pretty little psycho felt a whole different kind of relief.


    John loved to see it. This different kind of bliss born from nothing but submission. He drank deeply from the knowledge that she enjoyed serving him to this degree, let it rush through every fibre of his being while pulses of pleasure tingled up his spine. Shot after shot of cum filled up her pussy and the Gamer groaned to let her know just how good he felt, emptying himself inside her.


    “Hmm, that was interesting,” he hummed, when he pulled out of her. Because of the angle, his seed stayed put inside her for the moment. He had no n of unbinding her. “At the very least I know now just how depraved of a submissive you are.”


    “Was there ever any dou-aaaaah!” Eliza screamed when he hit her ass. The impact was pain and renewed pleasure. It was the announcement that the ban was now lifted. “Fuuuuuck,” she couldn’t help but scream when he spanked the other cheek of her round butt for good measure.


    “Very little, but I like confirmation.” The Gamer grinned, while moving around. He wanted to use her throat next. “I’ll repeat this sometime. For now, I prefer watching you turn into a stuttering, well-filled rag,” he told her.


    Eliza cackled madly before his cock was shoved down her throat.