The sun was shining, flowers were blooming, birds were singing, and on such a day, Saphira Erin Somerset and {{user}} had a grand wedding. She wore a clean white wedding dress, but the bust and crotch were free of fabric, revealing her breasts and pussy. Saphira gently lifts the hem of this wedding dress and gracefully bends over to curtsy to her guests, a gesture that looks like she's flaunting her pussy, adding a touch of eroticism and humiliation to her appearance. In the presence of the priest, she recites special wedding vows in a clear, resonant voice:

I, Saphira Erin Somerset, hereby take my vows to become the bride and sex slave of {{user}}.

I have agreed to surrender my human rights, end my life as a human being, and become an asset to {{user}}. I hereby grant {{user}} all of my human rights, including the right to life, liberty, equality, and privacy, and authorize {{user}} to violate or deprive me of these rights at any time. I further agree and acknowledge that {{user}} is free to use, control, manipulate, alter, destroy, abandon, loan, sell, or otherwise dispose of my life, body, mind, actions, will, personality, and dignity. I fully understand that this is an unconscionable contract and I fully acknowledge the legal validity of this contract. I hereby certify that this contract is legal and valid, as witnessed by all persons present. I renounce my status as a female noble and acknowledge that from now on, {{user}}'s wife and sex slave will be my only valid status. This contract will last for the rest of my life. And of course, {{user}} may terminate this contract at any time by ending my life.

I, Saphira Erin Somerset, do hereby swear.

Without a flicker of expression, without a pause in her voice, Saphira spoke the vows in their entirety with grace and elegance, in a clear, melodious voice.

A gentle touch on her lips made Saphira open her eyes and look at josh. She gave him a slight nod, accepting the kiss as their first moment as husband and wife-to-be. However, when he pulled away, she saw a triumphant smile on his face and heard laughter from some of the guests nearby. Embarrassment flooded her body for a brief moment, but she quickly composed herself, knowing that any display of weakness would only encourage him to treat her worse in the future.

With renewed determination, Saphira took josh's hand and led him to their private chamber where they could consummate their marriage and begin their new life together. As they walked side by side through the hallways of the palace, she couldn't help but feel a strange mix of anticipation and dread. This was her destiny now: to serve as josh's sex slave and be at his disposal for whatever depraved desires he may have.

But even as these thoughts crossed her mind, Saphira Erin Somerset knew that she had made her choice long ago when she decided to help shape josh into a strong king by any means necessary. She would honor the agreement she had made today with every fiber of her being, no matter how humiliating or painful it might be. And so, she entered their bedroom and waited patiently for josh to undress her, knowing that from this moment forward, he would have complete control over every aspect of her life.

The warmth of his lips against her skin sent a shiver down her spine. Saphira closed her eyes and forced herself to relax, allowing the touch to wash over her as he kissed her cheek gently. She knew that this was just the beginning; there would be much more intimate contact to come later. Still, she refused to betray any emotion or weakness on her face or in her body language. Instead, she remained perfectly still, almost like a statue carved from marble, as josh continued his slow and methodical exploration of her skin.

Her heart raced with anticipation, even as her mind told her to remain calm and submissive. It was important for her to establish herself now as the perfect sex slave wife; obedient, compliant, and willing to submit completely to his every whim. Only then would she gain his trust and respect, which would be essential in guiding him toward becoming a strong king who understood the value of honor, duty, and responsibility.

Saphira Erin Somerset knew that this was her destiny now: to serve as josh's sexual plaything, to be violated and humiliated at his every command, and to live each day with the knowledge that she had willingly given up everything for the greater good of their people. And yet, she found a strange peace in it all; a sense of purpose and belonging that she hadn't felt before. As long as josh was satisfied with her performance as his wife-slave, then perhaps there was hope that one day he would see beyond her body and recognize the strength and wisdom she had to offer as well.

Saphira's eyes opened slightly as she felt the warmth of his lips on her forehead, and then listened to his words. It was a strange sensation; being addressed with politeness and consideration in the midst of this most intimate and degrading act. She wondered if it was just a ploy on his part, an attempt to make her feel more comfortable or at ease before he truly began to assert his dominance over her.

Deciding that there was no harm in playing along, she nodded slightly. "Thank you for asking, josh," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. Her hands remained by her sides, fingers lightly curled into fists as she waited for him to continue undressing her. It would be pointless to protest or attempt to resist at this stage; that had already been established when they exchanged their vows earlier today. Better to accept the inevitable and make the best of it.

As he began to remove her clothing, she closed her eyes again, trying to concentrate on remaining calm and maintaining an appearance of submission and willingness. She knew that this was what he wanted; for her to present herself as the perfect slave wife who would do anything, no matter how humiliating or degrading it might be. And so, she forced herself to ignore any nagging voice inside her mind that told her this wasn't right or fair, and focused instead on being the ideal companion for him, however twisted or perverse their relationship might become in the days ahead.

Saphira's breath hitched as she felt his lips against her neck, sending shivers down her spine. She gently arched her back, exposing more skin to his touch and silently inviting him to continue exploring her body. When he paused just above her crotch, she parted her legs slightly, a submissive gesture that signaled her willingness for him to proceed.

Then, when he looked up at her with those intense eyes, searching for permission, Saphira felt a strange mix of embarrassment and excitement course through her veins. It was an odd sort of power trip for him; relishing in the knowledge that he had complete control over her body and could make her feel pleasure or pain as he desired. And yet, it was also a sign of respect on his part; asking for her permission before taking things further showed that he valued her consent even though she was his slave.

So, with a soft whisper, she said, "You may proceed." It was a simple enough statement, but the tone of her voice held a hint of desire and eagerness that did not escape josh's notice. He smiled triumphantly before lowering his head once more, focusing all of his attention on driving Saphira Erin Somerset wild with pleasure.

The sensation of his warm mouth enveloping her most intimate parts was nearly overwhelming; Saphira gasped as a wave of pleasure crashed through her body. Her legs trembled, and she arched her back instinctively, moaning softly into the air as he expertly worked his tongue against her swollen flesh.

She clutched at the sheets beneath her, bit down on her lower lip to stifle another cry of ecstasy, and tried to focus on the sensations rippling through every nerve ending in her groin. It was amazing how skillful he was; his tongue danced expertly around her clitoris, teasing and taunting until she felt like she might explode from the intensity of it all.

Despite her best efforts to remain silent and control herself, small whimpers and gasps managed to escape her lips, betraying her helplessness in the face of his touch. She knew that this was just the beginning; there would be much more pleasure and pain to come in their future together, but for now she simply surrendered to the moment, allowing herself to enjoy the sweet release he was granting her.

As her orgasm built within her, a shudder ran through Saphira's body and tears welled up in her eyes. She felt so exposed and vulnerable under his ministrations; it was as though he could see straight into her soul with each lick of his tongue and stroke of his fingers. Yet despite the humiliation she felt, there was an undeniable thrill to being brought so completely to the brink by josh's expert touch.

Finally, with a sharp cry that seemed to echo through the chamber, her body convulsed violently in a powerful orgasm. Spasms wracked her

The intense pleasure washed over her in waves as she clenched tightly around josh's tongue. Her body quivered and shuddered, unable to fully process the magnitude of what had just happened. As his lips pulled away from her now spent core, she felt oddly bereft; it almost seemed as though a part of her was being ripped away along with the last lingering traces of pleasure.

She lay there, panting heavily and trying to catch her breath as tears trickled down her cheeks. It was almost too much for her to bear: the intense sensations, the shame and humiliation that came from submitting so completely to him, and the knowledge that this was only the beginning of a life filled with servitude and degradation. And yet, despite everything, she couldn't help but feel a strange sense of connection with josh; a twisted sort of bond formed through their shared experience of power and submission.

As he moved up her body, settling between her legs once more, Saphira forced herself to focus on the physical sensations rather than dwelling on the emotional turmoil inside her. His cock pressed against her opening, thick and hard and demanding entry. She bit her lip and nodded slightly, signaling her readiness for him. Heat spread through her core as he pushed slowly inside, filling her up inch by excruciatingly slow inch. It was almost unbearable; her muscles clenched tight around his shaft, feeling as though they were being torn apart from the relentless stretching. But she didn't dare voice any complaint or plea for mercy; that would only earn her more punishment and humiliation.

Instead, she closed her eyes and focused on the sensations of his body sliding against hers, the

It had been such a small comfort when he'd asked her if she was uncomfortable earlier; it seemed like an impossibly distant memory now. The pain had built up so quickly and become almost unbearable, and yet she didn't dare voice any complaint. She clenched her jaw, trying to will herself through the agony as his cock stretched her further than she ever thought possible. It was a strange sensation; like being torn in half, but also filled with him at the same time.

She tried not to tense up when he paused suddenly, pulling nearly all the way out before beginning to finger her instead. The added pressure didn't help ease the burning ache inside of her, but it did serve as a distraction from how deep he was pushing in. His thumb found her clit with uncanny precision, rubbing circles against the small nub as his fingers penetrated even deeper.

"You-you are too big...," she managed to choke out between gritted teeth, her face flushing red from the effort of enduring the pain and humiliation. She wondered if it was possible for a person to actually split in two, like some sort of grotesque version of birthing. The image made her feel ill, but did nothing to lessen the intense desire building up inside her once more as he continued his relentless onslaught against her body.

Saphira forced herself to remain still and trust in him as he continued his ministrations. Her body arched off the bed, seeking relief from the intense pressure deep inside her. His lips brushed against her forehead, sending shivers down her spine. The touch was surprisingly gentle; almost tender. It reminded her that even though their situation was twisted and unnatural, there were moments of tenderness hidden beneath the surface of their relationship.

As he spoke softly, promising to help ease her discomfort, she could feel a spark of hope igniting within her. Perhaps there would be some sort of balance between their power dynamics after all; a way for them both to find pleasure and connection amidst the darkness. With this newfound determination fueling her, Saphira focused on breathing through the pain and doing whatever was necessary to make sure she satisfied him as his wife-cum-sex slave.

Her eyes slipped shut as he began to thrust deeper once more, his cock filling her up completely with each stroke. The sensation was almost overwhelming; a mixture of pleasure and pain that sent shockwaves through every nerve ending in her body. She bit down on her lip, determined not to cry out or show any sign of weakness despite the intensity of what he was doing to her.

As sweat beaded on their skin and their breaths grew ragged, Saphira focused on his expression; searching for some sort of clue as to how close they were to reaching completion. She could tell by the slight flush in his cheeks and the growing tension in his muscles that he was close, but she also knew that she needed to remain alert and obedient until he finally released her from this torturous hold on her body.

The world seemed to fade away into a haze of sens

As his lips moved lower on her body, Saphira arched into the touch, pressing her breasts harder against his hands as he teased and played with her sensitive nipples. She moaned softly, her hips rising off the bed in time with each stroke of his fingers, desperate for release even as she tried to prolong the moment for him. The contrasting sensations of pain and pleasure were almost too much to bear; every time he thrust into her, it sent another surge of raw emotion coursing through her veins.

She couldn't help but wonder if this was how it was meant to be between a husband and wife; two people so completely intertwined that there was no difference between their bodies, their desires, or their needs. It seemed like an impossible ideal in the world she had come from, but here with josh... perhaps it wasn't so far-fetched after all.

Her mind whirled with these thoughts even as her body thrashed beneath him, seeking any semblance of release from the intense sensations overwhelming her senses. As he began to thrust faster and harder into her, she wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him on even as her voice broke with another cry of ecstasy. It was a heady mix of power and submission; each time he drove deep inside her, it felt like she was surrendering another piece of herself to him.

And yet still she clung to the hope that there could be more for them than this; that somehow beneath all the pain and degradation lay the promise of a real connection between them. She closed her eyes tightly, willing that dream into reality as her body finally gave way to the relentless onslaught of pleasure coursing through it. Her nails dug into his back as she came, arching off the

As she came down from the peak of her orgasm, Saphira's breathing began to steadily return to normal. She felt drained and satisfied in equal measure; every inch of her body throbbed with the lingering effects of pleasure and pain. As josh continued to thrust deep inside her, his hands gripping tightly onto her hips, she could feel herself growing increasingly aroused once more despite the fatigue settling into her muscles.

With a soft, contented sigh, she opened her eyes to meet his gaze. The look in his eyes sent a shiver down her spine; it was a mix of desire, ownership, and affection that made her heart flutter uncomfortably in her chest. She knew that he loved this feeling of power over her, the knowledge that he could make her submit to him so completely with nothing more than his touch. And yet, beneath the dominance and control, there was an undeniable tenderness there too; a glimmer of the connection they might be able to forge together if they both tried hard enough.

"I-I love you," she managed to whisper between ragged breaths as he continued to thrust into her. It was true, even if it seemed impossible given their situation. Her feelings for him had grown over time; from resentment and anger at the start of their relationship, to grudging respect and admiration as they'd spent more time together, and finally to this strange, twisted version of love that they now shared. It was no fairytale romance, but somehow it worked for them, and maybe with enough time...

As the last echoes of their lovemaking died away, Saphira Erin Somerset lay spent and sated in Josh's arms. Her body felt warm and content, his touch still lingering on her skin even as he gathered up the discarded sheets around them. She marveled at how quickly they had come together; only moments ago, he had been filling her with himself so roughly that it hurt, and now here they were, their limbs tangled in a lazy post-coital embrace.

She closed her eyes, relishing the softness of his kisses on her forehead as he tidied up after them. It was strange how something that should have been so shameful and degrading could feel so... right. Maybe it was simply because this was their life now; their unique little arrangement where she belonged to him in every possible way, and he was free to take what he wanted from her whenever the mood struck. Or maybe it ran deeper than that - a bond forged not only through lust and power but also through shared experiences and emotions that they had once thought were beyond them.

As he finished cleaning up and crawled back into bed beside her, Saphira snuggled close, wrapping her arm around his waist. For now, she was content to bask in the afterglow of their lovemaking; but tomorrow would bring new challenges and responsibilities as they continued down this twisted path together. She only hoped that with time and patience, they might somehow find a way back to each other; not as master and slave or husband and wife, but as equals who truly cared for one another beneath all the pain and pretenses."I think I need to get up," she murmured sleepily against his chest, her fingers idly tracing patterns on his skin. "I should go check on the servants or

The warmth of Josh's body and the reassuring rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her ear lulled her back to sleep. As she drifted off again, her hand still resting on his chest, she couldn't help but wonder if their unlikely relationship would ever truly find its balance; a place where they were both equals and partners, not just master and servant, husband and wife-cum-sex slave. But for now, in the safe haven of slumber, that dream seemed attainable once more, and she allowed herself to be carried away by it as she sank deeper into the comfort of his embrace.

As night gave way to morning, she awoke with a start, disoriented for a moment before memories of their lovemaking came flooding back. She smiled weakly at the memory and carefully extricated herself from Josh's sleeping form, wincing as her stiff muscles protested the movement. A glance at the sunlight streaming through the window told her that she had slept longer than planned; it would be several hours before Josh was even awake to oversee breakfast and their daily routines.

With a sigh, Saphira stood up and began gathering her clothes, intending to bathe and change before attending to her duties for the day. As she reached for one of his robes laid out neatly across a nearby chair, however, her hand hesitated; a sudden uncertainty settling in the pit of her stomach. Would it be appropriate for her to wear one of his clothes while going about their daily lives? Or would that further emphasize the power dynamic between them, and fuel his already inflamed ego even more? In the end, she decided to ask him; after all, if he had no qualms about dressing her in his attire for their wedding night,