The Scum Emperor's Redemption System

On the second day after handling her Imperial duties: talking with the other wives, signing papers, and trying to seem like she had everything under control until Argider found herself once again sucked into another horrid roleplay with this woman.

Nyra stood tall, her newfound manhood straining against the confines of her breeches, a wicked grin etched upon her face.

"On your knees, slave," Nyra ordered, her voice dripping with authority. "I want to see that pretty face of yours."

Ah, of course, it had to be a slave-master roleplay.

How else would she end up in this mess?

She couldn't even fathom how she got roped into it.

Nyra was stunning. Other men would practically beg to be dominated by her. But this? This was a whole new level of too much.

Argider hesitated for a moment, her pride warring with the need to obey.

But the glint in Nyra's eye made it clear that disobedience would not be tolerated.

Slowly, reluctantly, Argider slid off the bed and sank to her knees before Nyra, her head bowed submissively.

"Yes, Master," Argider replied softly, her voice barely above a whisper. Inside, her mind raced with confused thoughts. WTF is happening? How did this become a Master-slave scenario? And why do I have a raging hard-on in my pants right now?

Nyra reached out, gripping Argider's chin firmly and tilting her head up to meet her gaze. "You displeased me earlier, slave. I can't have my property being disobedient. You need to be punished."

"Punished? But I... I didn't mean to displease you, Master," she protested weakly. Wow, she was getting really good at this.

"Silence! I won't tolerate backtalk from my slaves. Now, strip."

Argider's hands shook as she reached up to unlace her bodice, letting it fall open to reveal the creamy skin beneath. She stood, allowing Nyra to pull her skirts up and over her head, leaving her in nothing but her smallclothes and stockings.

"Turn around," Nyra commanded, retrieving a length of silken rope from her desk drawer.

Argider complied, presenting her back to her "Master."

The woman wrapped the rope around Argider's wrists, binding them tightly behind her back. She wound the cord around Argider's arms and chest, crisscrossing the fabric until her arms were pinned to her sides. The rope dug into her soft flesh as Nyra cinched it tighter, ensuring Argider's complete immobility.

"W-Wha?!"

Then, Nyra silenced her with a sharp slap to the ass.. "I said no talking, slave. You don't get to question my methods. You're mine to do with as I please."

Fuck, that stung! I can't believe this is happening. I'm seriously tied up and getting punished like some kind of submissive slave. And why the hell am I getting wet from this? There's something seriously wrong with me...

Nyra pushed Argider down onto the bed, straddling her hips and pinning her bound body beneath her own. She could feel the heat radiating off Argider's skin, the way her chest heaved with each panicked breath.

"Do you know why you're being punished, slave?" Nyra asked, her voice low and dangerous.

"N-no," Argider stammered, her voice muffled by the bedsheets. "I didn't think I'd done anything wrong..."

"You hesitated when I gave you an order. You doubted me, questioned me, and that is unforgivable. You belong to me, body and soul. Your only purpose is to obey and please me."

She had to admit, Nyra was pretty damn good at this roleplaying thing. But, honestly? Not so great when she was the one on the receiving end!

To emphasize her point, Nyra reached down and ripped away Argider's smallclothes, baring her most intimate parts to her hungry gaze. She could see the glistening evidence of Argider's arousal, the way her sex clenched and fluttered as if begging to be filled.

"But it seems like some part of you enjoys this," Nyra purred, trailing a finger along Argider's slit, feeling the slick heat of her desire. "Your body is so eager to please me, even if your mind is not. We'll have to fix that..."

Nyra shifted her hips, rubbing the hard length of her cock against Argider's bare sex. She could feel it throbbing, aching to plunge into the welcoming warmth of Argider's body.

But she held back, determined to make her slave beg for it first.

After a few more rubs, she thrusted forward, burying herself to the hilt in Argider's tight, clasping heat. The pain was intense, bordering on unbearable, but beneath it was a pulse of pleasure that made her toes curl.

"How surprising," Nyra groaned, savoring the way Argider's walls gripped her like a vice. "Such a good little cocksleeve, made to be filled by your Master's dick."

Nyra set a brutal pace, pounding into Argider with long, deep strokes that had the headboard slamming against the wall. The room filled with the obscene sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, punctuated by Argider's choked cries and Nyra's grunts of pleasure.

"Do you like that?" Nyra growled, punctuating her words with a sharp thrust.

"I... I can't..." Argider whimpered, even as her hips lifted to meet Nyra's thrusts, betraying her true desires.

Nyra redoubled her efforts, slamming into Argider with a force that shook the very bed beneath them.

Argider could only hold on for dear life, her body wracked with sensation as Nyra used her for her own pleasure. She felt herself climbing towards a peak, her sex clenching and fluttering around the thick cock splitting her open.

"Yes, that's it," Nyra encouraged, her voice strained with her own impending release. "Cum for me, slave. Cum on your Master's cock like the wanton whore you are."

Huh?!

For the final, brutal thrust, Nyra buried herself deep inside Argider, her cock pulsing and throbbing as she found her release. Hot, thick seed flooded Argider's insides, painting her walls white with Nyra's essence. The feeling of it, the sheer volume of it, pushed Argider over the edge into her own shattering climax.

She screamed, her body convulsing and shaking as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her. Her sex clamped down around Nyra's softening cock, milking it for every last drop of cum. She could feel it leaking out around the thick shaft, dripping down onto the bedsheets beneath them.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the aftershocks subsided.

Nyra collapsed on top of Argider, both of them panting and sweat-slicked.