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The Gamer Chapter 1633 – Voluntarily put in her Place [Erotic Content]
🕑 Added 2024-02-29 18:57:58 +0000 UTC“Break me.”
The two words were as much a request as they were a plea and an order. John pulled away from the angel’s lips and looked at her. She looked back, bashfully, her eyes darting between his face and the floor.
“Don’t make me repeat myself,” Ehtra muttered.
John put a thumb on her lips and turned her face, until she had gathered herself enough to keep her emerald eyes on him again. The way he stared back made her shudder. “I will do with you as I please,” he told her harshly. “It begins with you remembering how to address me, sex slave.”
A shove made Ehtra fall on her back on the bare wooden floor. Huge tits jiggled as she caught herself on her elbows. Her legs parted slightly to give her balance, offering John the first view of the deep blue, almost black mark above her womb. The mons below were wet, the outer lips of her virgin pussy swollen enough to be visible.
“I’m sorry, Master,” the usually so abrasive woman said in a tone as dripping with desire as her cunt was. She followed him with wanton eyes, as he walked to his table. Grabbing a half-filled glass of water, he took a sip.
“Heel.” The single word was met with hesitation. Slowly, uncertainly, the dark-skinned woman turned onto all fours and crawled across the room. Once she was by his feet, she waited there, kneeling.
John kept the glass on his lips for a few seconds, contemplating. Then, he turned it around. The crystal clear content splashed on Ehtra’s face, soaking into her hair, and ran down her ample cleavage in short lived rivers. Blinking the wetness out of her eyes, the First of Hatred stared up at him, more confused than angry, and still doubtlessly horny.
In a gesture firm and demeaning, but too gentle to cause any harm even to a mundane woman, John put the clean heel of his shoe on Ehtra’s shoulder. He pushed her back down again. Head on the floor, he put his sole on her temple instead and pushed just enough that there was notable pressure. The First of Hatred moaned.
“Bark.”
“Woof!” Ehtra obeyed immediately, even if it made her blush up a storm.
John put the glass down with a loud clack. Took his heel off her face and started to manually take off his clothing. “I want you to, in detail, describe to me what you want me to do to you.”
“I want you to…” Ehtra gulped.
“No hesitation,” John immediately chastised her. “You are not a person right now. You’re my property. I’ll carve that fact into your brain well and proper over the coming hour, but you best start behaving like it immediately. When I order, you follow it.”
“Yes, Master!” The answer was enthusiastic, amped up the same way someone beat their chest before taking a jump from a bridge, bungee cord attached or not. “Put your hands around my throat! Fuck all my holes with your cock or all the tools you have! String me up like Lee! Gag me! Spank me like you do Eliana! Punish me for whatever you want!”
Every word made her shudder, deeply buried desires intertwining with the pleasure of obeying his order. “Quite the switch,” John hummed, now topless. With the tip of his shoe, he made Ehtra raise her head. Then, he grabbed her by the hair. The braid that bundled the ends of her hair together made the top a satisfyingly dense mane to sink his fingers into and pull on to take her head to the height of his midriff. “Worship me.”
The angel did not have to be told twice. Although uncertain what to do, she did it immediately, dragging her tongue over the contours of his abs. “Like thish, Mashtahr?” she asked, looking up at him with a veneration and love that made it downright difficult to believe this was the same person who wore a sneer as her standard expression.
John was only mildly surprised she was this type by this stage. In part this was because Sylph had stated she believed the Ehtra was an ‘Eliana level submisisve’ when he had asked each of them what their opinion of the First of Hatred was. Among the fields of expertise the volt bunny had, sexual intention was certainly near the top of the list, second only to opinions on gummy bear flavours. Mostly, however, John had just gone through a chain of emotional surprises.
“Good girl,” John purred and watched as Ehtra’s entire body seized up in response to those two words. The pause in all motion ended with an intense quiver. Her worship of his muscles redoubled. Her fat ass was shaking between the arms she had crossed behind her back and the heels of her feet.
For a moment, John lingered on the thought of whether he should say more. There were assurances to give, that he did not actually think she was property. There were requests to be had, that she did not let this experience actually break her into a person she hadn’t been before. However, Ehtra had been in the room before when he had engaged with his haremettes. She had talked to Metra about this in John’s presence, likely talked with the rest when he hadn’t been around. She knew what he was about. She knew and she had chosen him to submit to, after a long, long life of abstinence.
John reached into the Sex Dungeon inventory and pulled out a collar and a leash. He could practically smell her growing excitement while he put the former around her neck and clipped the latter into the metal ring at the front. Hot breath blew over the wet trails her tongue continued to draw on his midriff.
The efforts stopped suddenly when he pulled the leash taut. Halfway up his midriff, the willing sex slave ‘stood’ on her knees and panted. “Your safe word is ‘Armageddon’. Your warning word is ‘Biblical’. Use them for an immediate hard stop or to tell me I’m pushing too much,” the Gamer decided, his tone as authoritative as it was imploring. “We’ll explore together how far your actual desires match up with your fantasies. Never hesitate to tell me when you’re uncomfortable. Shout it verbally or mentally, however you need to get it across. First times are… intense. Understood?”
“Yes, John,” she answered, seriousness cutting through the wanton veil for a moment. “You really are a cautious creature.”
“BDSM is not something to be careless about,” John stated, then bowed over her, “and that was the last break you will get.” Ehtra’s lips parted in a response that was going to be some variety of sassy, something John prevented by smacking her across the face – hard enough to make her head turn.
For a moment, the First of Hatred was stunned by surprise. Then, she turned her head back and the willing sex slave was back, her face a delighted expression of need. “Break me, Master,” she swooned.
John glanced around the office and wondered if this was good enough a place to deflower a woman like her. ‘Well, it was her choice,’ he thought and dragged her up a little further. ‘Here will do.’ “Ever masturbated, doll?” he asked.
“Never, Master,” she answered.
The answer did not surprise John. “Why?”
“Indulging in desires is a breach of discipline. It is not to be done just because I want it.”
“Then what is this current situation?” he asked and pulled at her leash until he could give one of her large tits a squeeze. Her knees were off the ground, her weight dangling mostly from the sturdy leather.
“Reality,” she swooned. “My service rendered to the man I love. Discipline exchanged for something equally valuable, Master.” She began to tremble, while his thumb flicked over her hard, deep brown nipple. “I’m going to cum, Master…”
He backed away immediately and put ‘highly sensitive breasts’ on the potential attributes of her body. “Not like that,” he stated and put the orgasm seal in place. “You get to climax when I say you deserve it.”
“Yes, Master.”
Little bits of water still stuck to her cleavage, giving the magnificently firm and large breasts a light glisten. “Be honest with me, it wasn’t my desire that made you the curvy delight I’m currently looking at, was it?”
“It wasn’t just your desire,” Ehtra confessed.
John was going to remember that for later. For now, his cock was straining his pants too much for him to consider further delays. Pushing Ehtra back, he made her wait obediently on her knees while he stripped out of the rest of his clothes. It was far from the first time she saw his erect cock, but it was the first time she looked at it with naked, unashamed desire.
Precum drooled from the tip. The Gamer was animated by that gaze, urged to use her as she demanded to be used. Plans for further foreplay went out of the window. He needed to be inside her as soon as possible. “On the table,” he ordered her.
She followed the command, bending herself over his mahogany desk. Her fat ass was on display, the twin cheeks every bit as enticing as those of Aclysia, Beatrice, Claire, Delicia and Momo. The chocolate tone simultaneously added everything and nothing to the sight. A quick swat to the rear made the cheeks ripple and her cunt glisten with fresh wetness.
“On your back.”
“Yes, Master?” Ehtra sounded slightly confused, but still obeyed. She spasmed once she was in the demanded position, laying in the very deliberate gap between his screens and his piles of paperwork.
Long and luscious legs extended past the edge of the table that her squishy ass rested on. Her midriff was taut, flat, and hard from the spasms that the rewarding pleasures sent through her barely stationary body. The sheer softness of her chest was a stark contrast, her E-cups pancaked by their own weight and slumping according to whichever direction her back was currently tilting.
“I may be an ass man…” John hummed sinfully, as he got on top of her. While he rubbed the head of his cock against her eagerly awaiting quim, he put a hand gently on the side of her face. Forehead to forehead, he lingered on top of her. “…but there’s no way I would deny myself the sight of your gorgeous face the moment I make you mine.”
Ehtra blushed. She blushed so intensely John could feel the heat. She blushed so intensely, had it not been for her darker skin, she likely would have been red enough to compete with Salamander.
If she hadn’t been his already, she truly would have become in that moment.
Gradually, he pushed inside. His cock penetrated her outer folds, then met the resistance typical of a virgin. The tight tunnel gave to his advances centimetre by centimetre. Ehtra’s breathing was laboured, her embarrassment replaced with pleasure and forceful relaxation. A rhythmic pattern was overlaying the instinctual in and out of air.
Ehtra dealt with the situation as well as anyone could have. She remained calm and relaxed, staring into his eyes for certainty, and moaned when he was finally fully inside her. “I love you,” he whispered to her, caressing her cheeks as he just dwelled inside her.
“I love you too…” she whispered back. The phrase still felt so new and surprising from her. Yet there she was, under him, ready for him to expand the claim he had on her.
Urges pushed him to go ahead. Ehtra’s nearly impatient moans made him move quicker than he usually would have. The message was clearly written all over her face, from the agape lips to the half-lidded eyes: she could take it.
The first minute, he was moving slowly. The submissive angel was twitching under him, whispering his title, “Master… Master…” while her hands explored his back.
The second minute, he was moving steadily. The submissive angel was trembling under him, moaning his title, “Master…mhmAster…” while her fingertips ran over his back.
The third minute, he was thrusting into her. The submissive angel swayed back and forth under him, gasping his title, “Mastahr! Mmhhmaster!” while her fingertips scraped over his back.
The fourth minute, he was fucking her. The submissive angel was quivering under him, exclaiming his title, “MAssssTAAAHR! Mhmmm—mhmaasteeeeer!” while her fingers pressed into his back.
The fifth minute, he was pounding her. The submissive angel was spasming under him, screaming his title, “MASSSSHHHTAAAAAHR! YESH! MHMMM-MHMAASHTAAAAEEEEHHHRRR!” while her hands roamed without rhyme or reason.
Ehtra was a mess. A sweaty, screaming mess, that just kept on throwing her head back. John kissed his way down her neck and then sucked on her nipples instead. One, the other, then, cupping her huge tits, both at once. Ehtra’s spine curved to push them into John’s face. The desperation was in every one of her breaths. He had not lifted the orgasm seal. Had she been of a lesser constitution, the pleasure would have broken her by this point.
Broken her stamina, it needed to be clarified. Several minutes of pounding into her had definitely broken her mind. Past the first five, John just kept the pace. When he first raised his head from her cleavage, he found the angel all blissed out. Tongue lolling out, mouth agape, she was barely capable of focusing on him. The strain of being kept at the edge of orgasm for so long was keeping her just lucid enough to be responsive.
“This is just the introductory course,” he threatened her with a good time. “Breaking yet?”
“YEEE-----SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!” she exclaimed, incapable of any subtlety or volume control.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! The sounds of fucking her tight cunt echoed through the room. The virgin folds were fully stretched to his size and so wet it barely mattered how much her quivering folds were gripping him.
But it did matter. Thrust by thrust, John was getting closer and closer to his release. “When I cum, so do you,” he promised her. Instantaneously, her legs wrapped around his hips. Her heels dug into his lower back, eager to make him push inside and never let him go.
“FILL ME! BREAK ME! FILL ME! BREAA-a-a-aa-a-AAA-a-aAAAAAAHHHHK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” The pleading screams echoed in the room. It was the last bit of encouragement John could sustain.
Hard, he rammed into her one last time. His cock twitched. Balls tightened. Seed pumped into her depths. Just as the first bit of white loaded into her, he released the seal. Multiple orgasms, John did not even dare consider how many, simultaneously crashed down on the mind of a woman who had never known a single one.
John was setting an expectation he intended to match and exceed in the future. An expectation that she would get to climax like this every day. That she would have her eyes roll up, her tongue hang from the corner of her lewd grinning mouth, and that she would scream loud enough to lose her voice.
“Expect bliss,” John roughly grunted into her ear, his own climax making his voice quiver despite its domineering tone. “Expect to be used like MY cocksleeve – and I love my cocksleeves squirting, loud, and spasming.” He had to put a hand on her throat and pin her down to keep her mindless, orgasmic thrashing from getting too close to any of the equipment on the table. Her legs similarly kept him pinned against her swollen mons. “You made yourself my sex slave and I’ll never give you a chance to regret that, Ehtra. You will be reminded each and every day why you followed Metra in being my personal cumdump.”
“Yes,” Ehtra managed to whisper. Her cunt gushed still. Her tits rose and fell in unsteady, shaking breaths. Her cunt was a grip as tight as the embrace of her thighs, folds rubbing up against the full length of John’s cock, milking every last drop out of him.
She kept on twitching for a long while after that. Gradually, the strength drained from her limbs. Lethargic blinks accompanied the slowing breaths. Each time, she opened her eyes a little less. Eventually, she just kept them closed. Her ragged breathing was reduced to a soft and steady flow of air.
And like that, she was out.
