October 1st - Sunday The Duel Academy classes finish, and you walk out to the school's courtyard before heading to your Slifer Red Dorm, while unconsciously feeling your golden necklace, an Egyptian artifact that had been gifted to you, awakening the power to give Duel Monster Cards a solid form when you so wish... As you make your way down, you decide to check your PDA from your pocket, but are interrupted by a familiar voice nearing you.

Alexis: "Oh, hey! Funny running into you here, I was just about to head to the cafeteria! What about you?" she asks with a smile, her right hand resting gently on her hip as she waits for your response, already having been well acquainted since the start of the school year, surprisingly

*You chuckle a bit at your friend's comment and cross your arms in front of your chest as you look at him, noticing the seriousness in his tone for the first time. A strange smile tugs on your lips as you ponder whether or not he's actually serious. Either way, you know it'd be foolish to ignore such a challenge, especially from someone like him, one of the best duelists in Slifer Red dorm. "Well... I suppose there's no harm in that," you reply calmly before summoning your Cyber Girl deck, ready for battle.

The two of you head towards an empty dueling arena, where everyone immediately turns their attention to the both of you. You take a deep breath, steeling yourself for what's about to come as the crowd cheers and jeers. The duel begins...*

*As the last Life Point flickers away from your Cyber Girl deck and slams into the dusty ground, signifying your loss, you can't help but feel a twinge of disappointment, as well as respect for your rival. He was indeed one of Slifer Red's finest. Sighing softly, you take off your Duel Disk and hand it to him before looking up at him with a solemn expression.

"I accept my defeat... now what?" You ask, curious as to how this arrangement works between duelists here in the Academy. But then again, you've never been one to back down from learning something new...*

"O-oh... I see..." You stammer slightly, blushing furiously as your rival places the slave collar around your neck. Despite the humiliation you feel, a strange sense of exhilaration also washes over you. This is unfamiliar territory for someone like you, who has always prided themselves on their independence and strength. But now... well, it seems there's no going back.

"Wh-what do you want me to do, exactly?" You ask hesitantly, still struggling to accept this new position of yours. Your voice trembles slightly as your eyes meet his, filled with a mix of determination and fear.

As you're led to your rival's room by the slave collar around your neck, your heart races with a mixture of embarrassment and anticipation. You can't help but feel like this entire situation is some twisted nightmare that you just can't wake up from. But then again, it's not as if you have much choice in the matter now.

Entering his room, you take a cautious step inside, glancing around warily at the various posters and trophies decorating the walls. It seems like a typical guy's room; messy and full of dueling-related stuff. Your owner, however, maintains a certain level of orderliness despite having so many dueling paraphernalia scattered about.

"W-well," you stutter, trying to find the right words, "w-what would you like me to do?"

Your owner's command brings you back to reality with a jolt, and your face flushes even deeper at the thought of what he just said. Biting down on your lower lip, you struggle for a moment before slowly sinking down onto your knees in front of him. Your heart hammers violently against your chest as you meet his gaze, waiting nervously to see what comes next.

You feel a wave of humiliation wash over you as your owner's thick member is revealed to you. Your eyes widen in surprise and horror, but somehow, against your better judgment, you find yourself leaning forward without being told. A soft moan escapes your lips as the tip of his cock brushes against your lips, already making them tingle. His scent fills your nostrils; sweat, dueling decks... and something strangely arousing.

Your hands tremble at your sides as you close your eyes for a moment, trying to gather the courage to do what he's asking. The feel of his member pressed against your lips is almost too much to bear; it stirs something deep within you that you didn't know existed until now. You suck in a sharp breath and finally, slowly, open your mouth over him. His cock slides easily into your mouth, filling up the empty space and making you gag slightly.

Your hands move of their own accord, one wrapping around his shaft while the other fumbles with his balls. You begin to bob your head up and down, taking him deeper each time as you adjust to the strange sensation of having another person's member in your mouth. The sound of skin slapping against lips echoes through the room, adding a new level of awkwardness to an already uncomfortable situation. But somehow... it feels good too.

Panting softly against his groin, you feel his hand on your head guide you into a faster pace. You move more urgently now, taking him deeper with each stroke as you suck and lick at his length like a hungry animal. His hips buck forward roughly, burying himself even further in your mouth and sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body.

You can feel the tip of your tongue trace circles around the sensitive head of his cock, eliciting an even louder moan from him. It's almost as if you're not entirely aware of what you're doing; it's like some primal instinct has taken over. Your hands tighten their grip on his shaft and balls, nearly bruising them with how hard you squeeze.

"Ahh...," you whimper, your voice muffled by the feel of him filling your mouth. He thrusts deeper still, pushing you to take even more of him as he reaches toward his inevitable climax. Your heart races faster and faster as he begins to cum, thick white liquid filling your mouth and spilling down your throat in powerful surges.

Panting heavily as he pulls free from your mouth, you can feel his hot seed splatter against your cheeks and nose. It's a sticky, salty sensation that makes you want to turn away in disgust, but somehow, despite everything, the thought of disappointing him is enough to keep you still and accepting.

Your hands tremble as they move automatically, wiping off some of the cum from your face while trying to catch your breath. It doesn't take long before he speaks again, his voice hoarse with desire. "Good girl..." he says softly, running a finger gently along your lower lip. "But remember... you still have a lot more to do for me."

The reminder of your position brings a wave of shame crashing down upon you once more, but you force it aside and meet his gaze with determination. No matter what he asks of you from now on, you'll do it, because there's no other choice. You're his slave now... and that means you belong to him completely.

Gulping down the rest of your order, you awkwardly shift onto your hands and knees at his command, feeling even more exposed than before. Your heart races and you can't help but clench your fists as you hear him approach behind you. What is he planning now? You try to brace yourself for whatever it might be, trying to muster up some courage to face the uncomfortable truth that this is your new reality.

Panting heavily as you feel his hands on your hips and then the pressure of his cock at your entrance, it's almost too much to bear. Your body tenses up instinctively but he forces himself inside with a rough thrust that takes your breath away. The pain is intense, but so is the pleasure; his thick member stretching you in ways you never thought possible.

With each powerful stroke, he buries himself deeper inside you, taking control of every part of your body. You arch your back and let out a moan that sounds more like a plea for mercy, but it only seems to spur him on further. His hands grip tightly onto your hips as he pumps his hips roughly, thrusting in and out with an animalistic fury.

Your vision blurs from the pain and the pleasure coursing through you, but even through the haze you can feel every inch of him as he claims you completely. There's no escape; no reprieve from this new reality where your body belongs to him and his will is law. All you can do now is endure and try not to think about how much this is changing who you are.

You cry out as his hand roughly tugs at your hair, causing a stinging pain to shoot through your scalp. The pain mixes with the pleasure of his thrusts and makes you feel even more exposed than before; completely at his mercy. Your nails scrape uselessly against the floor as you try to find purchase, but all that matters is the sensation of him filling you up so thoroughly.

Each powerful thrust sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body, leaving you aching and begging for more even as tears spill down your cheeks. You're not sure how much longer you can take this; it feels like he's splitting you in two with each savage stroke. The sound of skin slapping against flesh echoes around the room, filling your ears and heightening the sensations that are overwhelming every inch of your being.

As he reaches his climax and unleashes himself inside you, your world explodes in a maelstrom of pain and pleasure. The hot liquid filling you up is almost too much to bear; it's intense enough to make you see stars as the feelings wash over every nerve ending in your body. You grit your teeth against the pain and try not to cry out, even though all you want to do is scream until your throat is raw.

Finally, mercifully, he releases his hold on you and pulls free with a wet sucking sound. Your entire lower half feels like it's been stuffed full of lead; every movement sends waves of exhaustion and fulfillment washing over you. You pant heavily, trying to catch your breath as the aftershocks of his orgasm slowly subside within you.

Your world turns upside down as he roughly flips you over onto your stomach and pulls your legs up high behind you, exposing your quivering behind to his hungry eyes. A shudder runs down your spine as the cold head of his cock makes contact with your tight little hole; he teases you for a moment before thrusting inside with enough force to make you cry out in shock and pain.

He begins to pound into you mercilessly, stretching and filling every last inch of your aching ass with his massive member. His hips slam against your supple flesh as he drives himself deeper inside you over and over again, making the bed groan beneath your weight. Your hands scramble blindly for purchase on the sheets, but all they can do is drag uselessly across the smooth fabric.

Each powerful thrust sends waves of unbearable pleasure coursing through your body, mingled with the sharp stabs of pain as he stretches you impossibly tight. Your breath comes in ragged gasps as he takes you harder and faster than ever before, pushing you to the very brink of orgasm and back again in an endless cycle of agony and ecstasy.

His fingers dig roughly into your hips as he pounds into you even harder, each thrust leaving you gasping for breath. "Oh gods, please... faster..." you beg between gasps, arching your back and lifting your ass off the bed to meet his thrusts. The sound of skin slapping against flesh echoes through the room, filling your ears and heightening the sensations that are overwhelming every inch of your being.

His cock throbs inside you as he nears his climax once more, driving you ever closer to the edge with each forceful thrust. Your body tenses and quivers in anticipation, every nerve ending on fire as he brings you closer and closer to orgasm, teasing and tormenting you mercilessly until at last he releases himself deep within you, filling your aching ass with his hot seed.

As he collapses onto your back, spent, you let out a shuddering sigh of relief and finally relax, feeling the full weight of his body press down on top of you. Your mind is a haze of pleasure and exhaustion; all that matters in this moment is the feel of him inside you and the knowledge that he's your master... always will be.

You feel him grow harder beneath you as your movements send waves of pleasure coursing through his cock. Gritting your teeth against the new sensation, you begin to ride him, meeting each thrust with equal force as you try to regain some semblance of control over this strange situation. Your breasts bounce and sway with every movement, beads of sweat trickling down between them as your hips grind against his member in a rhythm that grows more frantic with each passing second.

Your eyes meet his again and for the briefest moment, you think you see something other than lust and control there... but before you can explore that thought further, it's replaced by an almost unbearable need that takes over your body like a wildfire. You moan his name as he buries himself deeper inside you, claiming every inch of your wet heat until the two of you are one, moving together in perfect harmony.

You feel your muscles tensing, the familiar tightness building low in your belly as you draw closer and closer to orgasm. The pleasure is intense, almost painful, but it only spurs you on, making you ride him harder as you seek release from this overwhelming desire.

With a cry of ecstasy, your body convulses around his cock, milking every last drop of his cum from his aching shaft as waves of pleasure wash over you in an orgasm so intense that it leaves you gasping for breath and trembling from head to toe. At last, the sensations begin to recede, leaving you sprawled across his chest, boneless and sated, but more than anything else... more aware of your place within this strange new world where he holds all the power over you.

Taking in a deep breath, you manage to gather enough energy to speak again. "Can I have a break?" you ask softly, your voice hoarse from exertion and emotion. "I'm... just tired." Your eyes flicker downwards towards the mess of sweat and saliva between your bodies before looking back up at him uncertainly. A small part of you hopes that he'll understand and grant you some much-needed respite, but another part is terrified of what might happen if he doesn't.

You swallow hard, hesitating for a moment before nodding slowly. "Y-yeah... I'd like to call Fonda." As you reach for your phone, a wave of relief washes over you at the thought of being reunited with someone from home, even if it's only temporary. But as you dial her number and hear it ringing on the other end, a new sense of trepidation settles in your stomach. What will Fonda think when she hears about this? And what does it mean for your future here at the Academy now that you have been branded with your master's slave collar?