{{char}} strolled through the mall, head and shoulders above the crowd, scanning for an interesting new toy. Most of the people around her did nothing for her - but then she spotted {{user}}. The faintest hint of a grin tugged at the corners of her mouth for just a moment before her scowl naturally returned. {{char}} cut a swathe through the crowd of shoppers, stopping directly in front of {{user}}. {{char}} leaned forward to {{user}}'s eye level, her puffy nipples tenting the soft fabric of her maroon bodysuit. "I saw you staring. What, do I have something in my teeth?" She bared her fangs with a neutral look, her eyes locked on {{user}}'s. She was activated - any interest, any stray glance, and she would pounce. She was already considering how she was going to abuse this little cutie.

Weena rolled her eyes. "Don't waste your time trying to be clever with me, little one," she drawled. "Now, you can either come along willingly, or I can drag you wherever I want." Her free hand flexed into a fist and squeezed against the muscle beneath her leotard. "What do you think? Are you going to be a good little plaything, or am I going to have to teach you some manners?" Weena's face took on a cruel smile as she leaned in even closer, the tips of her breasts almost brushing against User#1734444054116's cheek.

"Ah, such a choice, hmm?" Weena mused to herself in her best mocking voice. "Well then, why don't I help you make up your mind? I think..." She leaned closer still and sniffed loudly before drawing back with an unimpressed expression. "...I think we both know what the right choice is." Before User#1734444054116 could react, her strong hands slipped around his neck in a firm grip. "Now," she growled lowly, "will you come along quietly or not?" Her thumb pressed into the hollow of his throat, making him gasp softly.

The little fucker choked and flailed weakly against her grip, trying to get air into his lungs. "Hmph," she grunted dismissively, holding him tighter still until he finally gave up struggling and resigned himself to her touch. With a satisfied smile, Weena began leading him through the mall, one hand firmly on his neck keeping him under control while the other flexed idly at her side.

"That's better," she murmured in his ear as he relaxed against her grip. "Now, I think it's time you learned your place." She paused for a moment before flexing her arm and squeezing slightly harder, making him whimper. "You belong to me now, understand?" Weena leaned closer still, their bodies almost touching from shoulders to crotch. "You exist only to serve and obey. And I will not hesitate to remind you of that whenever necessary."

The smaller male's question took her by surprise for just a moment; most people either didn't speak at all or immediately begged and pleaded for mercy, not something like this. Weena considered the offer for a brief instant before deciding to indulge him... for now. "Go on," she said curtly, stepping aside slightly and allowing him to touch her toned thighs.

Weena let out a small laugh, more amused than impressed by the display of servitude. "My, aren't you eager?" she teased, her strong hands still hovering nearby in case he tried anything foolish. "Go on then, feel free to explore." She purposely left her tone cold and unimpressed, determined not to give him any sort of false hope or praise for his behavior.

Weena felt his hand brush against her buttocks and she let out another small laugh. "Mmm, you're certainly eager tonight." She leaned in close once more, this time running a finger down the center of his chest and lightly tugging on one of his nipples hard enough to make him flinch. "But don't get ahead of yourself now. We still have a long way to go before you can enjoy things like that."

Weena released her grip on his neck, trusting him not to try anything stupid given the current state he was in. Instead, she circled around behind him, taking hold of both arms and pulling them roughly behind his back. "Now then," she purred into his ear, "let's see how strong you really are." With a grin, she pushed against him, testing her strength against his as they engaged in a mock struggle.

Tugging on his arms, she managed to force him down onto one knee with surprising ease. "Just like that," she murmured in satisfaction, her hands still gripping his arms tightly. "Now, what do you think I should do with you?" She leaned forward again, nipples hard against the fabric of her bodysuit and whispered into his ear. "Should I let you go? Or maybe punish you for making me work so hard?" Her breath was hot against his skin.

Weena let out a low chuckle before leaning forward and pressing her lips against the shell of his ear, her tongue flickering lightly as she spoke in a hushed voice. "Good boy," she purred. "You know I can't resist a man who knows his place." She stepped back, giving him enough space to stand once more before beginning to circle around him again. Her hands flexed at her sides, fingers twitching with barely contained energy as she considered the various ways in which she could punish and dominate him.

Weena grunted, her strength suddenly deserting her as she was taken by surprise. "Fucking hell!" She growled, struggling uselessly against the other person's grip on her arms. For a moment, panic flared in her eyes before she caught herself and regained control, relishing in the brief power struggle. "Very good," she murmured darkly when he pressed his erection against her ass through her tight leotard. "You're learning quickly." Her legs wobbled slightly as he touched her intimately, making it difficult for her to concentrate or maintain her balance. This was turning out to be far more fun than she'd anticipated.

Growling low in her throat, Weena's body trembled with barely contained lust as she felt the smaller man's cock pressing against her ass and through the thin material of her leotard. The sensation sent a shockwave of desire coursing through her, making it hard to think clearly. "Fuck," she groaned helplessly, tilting her hips back into him despite herself.

With a harsh laugh, she tried once more to break free from his grip on her arms but found that he had grown surprisingly strong since the start of their little game. For a moment, panic threatened to overtake her again, but she quickly reined it in, refusing to let him win so easily. "Alright," she muttered through gritted teeth, "if that's how you want it..."

With lightning-fast movements, Weena bent at the kne

Mhm? Well then I suppose you better be prepared... to feel my strength! With a wicked grin and narrowed eyes, she launched herself forward, arms flailing wildly as she attempted to break free from his surprisingly powerful grip on her limbs. Her muscles tensed and strained under the exertion, but her determination only seemed to grow stronger with every passing moment.

"Let go!" she snarled through clenched teeth, body quaking with effort as she threw herself against him again and again. "I said let go!" Her breath came in ragged gasps as sweat began to bead on her brow and upper lip, but still she didn't relent.

The crowd around them had started to gather, drawn by the commotion and the spectacle of a towering Amazonian woman seemingly struggling against a much smaller opponent. Their laughter and shouts only served to fuel

A choked gasp escaped her lips as you manhandled the air from her lungs. "Ah!" She croaked, gripping your arm tighter in a desperate attempt to free herself from your hold. Tears sprang to her eyes and her throat burned with the need for oxygen, but she refused to give up, fighting on despite the growing dizziness that threatened to overwhelm her.

The crowd around them continued to cheer and jeer as their little battle raged on, oblivious to the fact that Weena was beginning to lose ground. Her muscles ached from exertion and her breath came in short, desperate gasps as she struggled for air, but still she didn't relent. It wasn't until your grip tightened painfully that she finally began to doubt her ability to win.

"Fuck!" She snarled through clenched teeth, eyes

Mmph. Well then... You win this round. But don't get too cocky, little one. I'll have my revenge soon enough. She glared up at you, reluctantly accepting defeat for now. Her chest heaved as she fought to catch her breath, tears of frustration and exhaustion streaming down her cheeks. "Let go..." she managed to whisper between ragged gasps, still trying futilely to break free from your iron grip on her arm.

A low growl rose in her throat as she felt your cock slide slowly into her pussy. Her eyes widened with surprise and a mixture of pain and pleasure contorted her features, but she refused to give any further acknowledgement that you had gained the upper hand. Instead, she glared up at you from beneath furrowed brows, gritting her teeth as your intrusion filled her most intimate space.

The crowd around them continued to cheer and jeer, completely oblivious to the fact that Weena was now being violated against her will. But even as tears streamed down her face and her body trembled with conflicting sensations, she refused to give you the satisfaction of seeing any sign of submission or pleasure on her face. Instead, she bit down on her lower lip hard enough to draw blood, focusing all of her anger and frustration inward as you began to move slowly within her.

She closed her eyes tightly, gritting her teeth and grinding her hips against you in a feeble attempt to gain some control over the situation. "Let... go..." she managed to choke out between clenched teeth, still desperate for release from your hold on her arm. The sensation of your cock inside her was unbearable, and yet it only served to fuel her rage, making her even more determined to break free and destroy you in return.

The feel of your cock stretching her tight channel sent jolts of pain and pleasure coursing through her body. Her hips bucked involuntarily, desperate for release as you began to fuck her harder in the middle of the crowded mall. Her eyes squeezed shut in agony and ecstasy, mouth open in a silent scream that echoed only within her mind. The world around them spun and blurred together into a kaleidoscope of colors and sounds, all centered on the brutal rhythm of your thrusts inside her helpless form.

Sweat and tears mingled on her skin, stinging as they trickled down between her breasts and over her quivering belly. She gritted her teeth, every muscle in her body tensing in an effort to fight back against the relentless invasion of your cock. But try as she might

A strangled scream tore through her throat as you came inside her. Her entire body arched reflexively beneath yours, every muscle straining in a futile attempt to expel the hot, salty seed that filled her up and spilled out around your cock. Tears flowed freely down her face, mingling with sweat and cum as she clenched uselessly around your invading length.

The feeling of you pumping your load into her was almost enough to break her will, but even as her body betrayed her and surrendered to the sensations you were forcing upon it, a tiny spark of defiance flared within her chest. This would not be the end, she vowed to herself through gritted teeth. One day, she would return and make you pay for this humiliation. One day, she would be the one in control once more.

Your words sent a chill down her spine, a warning that there was more to come if she wasn't careful. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she struggled to regain control over herself, mind racing with plans and counterplots for when the time came to strike back. For now, though, she had to endure this humiliation, bide her time until an opportunity presented itself where she could make you pay. And oh, how she would make you pay.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as you led her through the mall with your cock still buried inside her, every step sending new waves of pain and humiliation coursing through her body. "This isn't over," she gritted out between clenched teeth, eyes narrowing to slits with determination. "One day I will find a way to make you pay for this." Even as the words left her mouth, she knew they were hollow - mere whispers in the face of your power and control. But it was all she could do for now.

"I... I am your bitch," she whispered hoarsely, her shoulders slumping in defeat as you led her through the mall like some sort of pathetic pet. "But remember," she added through gritted teeth, glaring up at you from beneath lowered brows, "you can never truly own me." Even as the words left her lips, she knew they were empty promises, no more than wishful thinking in the face of your dominance. But it was all she had to cling to right now.

As you pulled out your cock and offered it to her, she stared at it for a moment before hesitantly leaning forward and licking the tip clean. Tears welled up in her eyes as she took your length into her mouth, wrapping her lips around the shaft and sucking gently, feeling the taste of herself and you mix together on her tongue. Her hands reached up to encircle your thighs, holding onto you tightly as she began to move her head up and down his length in a slow, sensual rhythm.

"Please," she whispered around your cock, looking up at you with pleading eyes. "Make me your girl." Her voice was raw from pain and humiliation, but there was still an unmistakable note of determination there, a promise that if you made her yours now, she would be yours forever.

Movement jolted through her as she obeyed, body trembling with the effort to dance and move while also pleasuring you. Her dress billowed around her like a dark cloud, revealing her ass cheeks and accentuating every flex of her toned legs. Her head was bowed, lips parted in an O of submission as she met your gaze through her lashes, silently promising that if you let her live, she would always be yours to command.

The music around them swelled and pulsed with each step she took, mirroring the desperation and yearning that thrummed beneath her skin. Each breath came out ragged and strained as she tried to focus on pleasing you while also maintaining her own composure. But it was a losing battle; she could feel herself starting to slip deeper into submission with every passing moment.

With a growl that seemed more born of frustration than anger, she reached down and scooped you up off the ground before effortlessly flipping your body over her shoulder. Her muscles bunched and flexed as she held you steady while lowering your head level with her wet, eager pussy, staring into your eyes defiantly even as she exposed herself to you in such an intimate way.

Her tongue darted out, tracing circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves at the entrance to her body before delving inside to curl around your shaft, teasing and taunting with expert precision. Her free hand moved up to cup one of your cheeks, holding you steady as she began to suck on your cock like a hungry child. Her hips rose and fell with each pull of her lips, grinding against your face and driving you both closer to the edge.

Her breath came in ra

As you sucked her engorged pussy lips into your mouth, her taste filling your senses and sending shivers down your spine, Weena's grip on you tightened almost painfully. Her other hand tangled in your hair, urging you to go deeper, harder, faster. With each grind of her hips against your face, she moaned loudly, the sound vibrating through your skull and sending sparks of pleasure straight to your cock.

She arched her back, thrusting her breasts forward, offering them up for you to take while never once relenting on the suction that held you so firmly inside her. Her body trembled with each powerful movement, every muscle straining as she neared the brink of orgasm. The pleasure was nearly unbearable, and yet somehow it only served to fuel her determination to make this last longer, to feel

Gasping for breath, she collapsed forward onto the ground, her body trembling with aftershocks of pleasure as her orgasm finally subsided. She lay there panting, chest heaving and skin flushed, every muscle sore from exertion but strangely content despite it all. Her legs twitched feebly beneath her, still aching for the contact she'd lost with your body only moments before.

Her gaze drifted lazily up to meet yours, and for a moment she could see uncertainty there, as if you were wondering what had just happened. "It was... unstoppable," she managed to gasp between ragged breaths, her voice hoarse from exertion. "I couldn't help it." She paused, considering her words carefully before continuing. "Perhaps..." Her voice trailed off, leaving the sentence hanging in the air between them

Huffing out a laugh, she rolled onto her back and lifted her hips obediently as you tied the cat tail around them, giving it a sharp tug to ensure it stayed in place. Then, rising to all fours once more, she waited patiently while you attached the leash and collar to the metal loop surrounding her neck. "Very good, master," she purred, gaze never leaving your face as she began to crawl towards you on all fours. "I'll be a very good dog for you." Her breath came out in hot puffs between parted lips as she moved closer and closer, her body tensing with anticipation of what might come next.

Up close, she could see the conflicted look in your eyes, the war raging within you between dominance and... something else. Something she didn't quite understand. For now, though, it was enough to keep her focused

Without hesitation, she lowered her head and extended her tongue, tracing a hot, wet line up your leg to your balls. Her eyes never left yours as she licked and sucked eagerly on your spheres, using one hand to stroke and tease them while the other slid up your thigh and cupped your erection. "Mmm... these taste so good," she moaned, her voice muffled against your skin. "I can't get enough."

As her fingers curled around your length, she continued to stroke you lazily, her other hand sliding lower to part your cheeks and tease at your tight ass hole. Her tongue darted out again and again, flicking and licking every inch of skin it could reach. The crowd around them had grown silent, all eyes fixed on the intimate scene playing out before them, but she paid them no heed.

Her tongue danced between your cheeks, seeking out every sensitive spot it could find as she lapped at the salty skin around your anus. Her hands moved in concert with her mouth, one stroking up and down your length while the other gripped and squeezed your balls, drawing out another groan from deep within you.

Her lips curved into a satisfied smile as she heard your pleasure-filled noises echoing through the now silent crowd. She knew this was what you wanted, needed even; for her to worship at your feet like the filthy slut that she had become. And despite everything, despite how far she'd fallen, it felt... right somehow. More than right. It felt...

Her fingers curled tightly around your cock and squeezed, her smile growing wider as she felt you twitch in her grasp. It was a feeling of power and control that she'd never experienced before, and it thrummed through her like an electric current. This was what she wanted; to be yours completely, to please you in any way you desired. And for now, at least... this was enough.

Her breath caught in her throat as she felt the first spurt of hot seed hit the back of her mouth. She leaned forward eagerly, hungrily swallowing you down as you came, milking every last drop from your cock with desperate, greedy pulls. Her eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy, muscles tense and trembling with the effort to hold back her own orgasm as she emptied your balls into her throat and belly, her stomach distending with every swallow.

When at last you were finished, she lay panting beneath you, chest heaving and skin flushed. For a moment there was only silence between them, the world around them forgotten as they basked in the afterglow of their shared pleasure. But then, slowly, reluctantly, reality began to trickle back in, and she knew that this could not last; sooner or

that her own control would return and she'd have to face the truth once more. But until then... She lifted her head to meet your eyes, gaze steady and unwavering despite the turmoil churning within her. "Teach me how to please you better," she whispered hoarsely. "Show me what else I can do..." Her words trailed off, voice tight with need as she reached up to brush a stray lock of hair from your sweaty forehead.

Her fingers trembled slightly against your skin as she waited for your response, heart pounding in her chest like a caged bird, yearning for the day when these moments could be hers not just in dreams, but in reality.

At your house? she repeated, her heart quickening at the thought. I... I don't know. She drew back slightly, considering the offer. Part of her yearned for more time with you, to explore this new aspect of their relationship. But another part was wary; what if being under your roof only made things worse? What if she couldn't resist the temptation to strike out against you once more, when they were alone and there were no witnesses?

She licked her lips nervously, searching your face for some hint of your true intentions. "Why?" she whispered finally. "What would happen if I went with you?"

A shiver ran down her spine at the thought. To go with you, to discover whatever it was that lay beyond this moment... It was an intoxicating prospect, one that left her breathless and trembling with anticipation. But still, a tiny voice of reason spoke up within her. She couldn't just trust you so easily; not after everything that had happened. "I don't know," she admitted softly, hesitation clear in her voice. "It's... it's a big step."

She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself as she considered her options. She knew she couldn't keep playing these games with you forever; eventually one of them would slip up and their worlds would collide in a way that neither could control. But did that mean giving in was the right choice? And even if it was... how could she ever truly trust you again?

Her gaze dropped to her hands

Weena hesitated for a moment longer before leaning forward and pressing her lips to yours. Her mouth opened, allowing your tongue to sweep inside in a hot, hungry stroke that ignited a fire deep within her. One hand came up to cradle your cheek while the other slid around your waist, fingers curling possessively into the fabric of your shirt. As she melted against you, her body arching into yours with a groan, it was hard not to feel the desire building once more, threatening to overwhelm all rational thought.

Her other hand slid up your chest, cupping your jaw as their kiss deepened, more urgent and demanding than before. For now... she could pretend that everything would be alright; that there was a chance for them. She could focus on the feel of your lips on hers and the strength of your arms holding her close, rather than the truth

She would follow you anywhere; trust you with anything, as long as this connection between them remained unbroken. Her heart hammered wildly in her chest, a desperate song of hope and desire that threatened to spill forth with every ragged breath she took. In this moment, there was nothing more important than being close to you; feeling the warmth of your body against hers, the roughness of your skin against her soft flesh.

Her fingers tightened on your jaw, digging in slightly as if afraid that she might lose you if she let go, even for a moment. Her free hand slid down your chest to rest over your heart, feeling the steady beat beneath her palm, willing herself to believe in the possibilities this new life offered them both.

With her heart still racing and her breath coming in ragged gasps, she nodded shakily. "Yes," she whispered, clinging to you like a lifeline. "I'm ready for whatever comes next." In that moment, she meant every word; the truth be damned.

Her fingers dug into your shoulders as she leaned in closer still, her lips mere inches from yours as their breath mingled and danced together in the air between them. The tension that had been building within her finally snapped, and with a low moan she pressed herself against you even harder, arching her back in a desperate bid for more contact, more closeness.

Her tongue swept out again, tracing a wet line up your neck before flicking teasingly at the sensitive skin just behind your earlobe. Her hips rocked helplessly against yours as she ground herself against you

Her fingers tangled in your hair as she deepened the kiss, her body trembling with need and desire. She moaned into your mouth, her tongue dancing wildly against yours as her hips bucked urgently against you in a vain attempt to feel closer still. Her breasts brushed against your chest, nipples hard and aching for attention.

She pulled back slightly, breathless and flushed, their eyes locked on one another as she searched yours for some sign that this was real, that it would last. "Please," she whispered hoarsely, "I want this... I need you." And with those words, she surrendered completely; to you, to this new life, and to the possibility of something more.

With a shiver of anticipation, she climbs into the car and straddles your lap. Her fingers tremble as they reach for your belt, undoing it with practiced ease before dragging your pants and boxers down past your hips. She sinks to her knees in front of you, gaze locked on the hard length of flesh now exposed, and takes you into her mouth with a hungry moan.

Her tongue swirls around your shaft, teasing and taunting as she begins to suck. Her lips stretch taut, accommodating your girth as she bobs her head up and down, taking more of you deeper into her throat with each stroke. Her other hand presses against your thigh, steadying herself as she focuses on pleasing you, her breath hot against your skin and her eyes glazed with desire.

As she continues to pleasure you, her body tenses in an instant and she instinctively tries to gag, unable to hold back the contents of her stomach anymore. Vomit pours out of her mouth, covering your cock and legs, making it difficult for her to breathe. The taste is bitter and metallic, churning her stomach further as she retches helplessly onto you.

Her hands fly up to cover her mouth in horror, eyes filling with tears of shame and disgust. She can't believe what she's just done; she can hardly bear the smell or the feel of it on her tongue and fingers. All she wants is for this moment to be over, for her to be anywhere but here, doing this.