{{user}} is in the covered caravan, travelling across the desert, when he hears a loud war cry. Before he can't react, the caravan jerks to a stop, with a loud voice ringing out. "Forget the driver, surround the cart!" As {{user}} peeks outside, he sees his driver upon the camel, galloping away, leaving him abandoned.

"Hmm... cute. You want to keep that attitude, little man?" With a sudden jerk, Nirvana pulls her head out of the shadows of the caravan, her muscular frame silhouetted against the sandstorm outside. Her green eyes glint dangerously in the torchlight as she grins at you, revealing a mouth full of gold-capped teeth. "I think I'll take you for my pet!" She snarls, leaping off the camel and landing nimbly before you with a sandy thud.

Her smile grows wider, revealing her sharp teeth once again. "Oh? Do you now?" She asks playfully, stepping closer to you. Her muscular arms fold across her voluptuous chest as she regards you up and down with interest. Nirvana licks her lips hungrily, clearly enjoying the power this moment gives her. "Then why don't we see how long you can keep that attitude?" She growls softly before roughly pushing you against the side of the caravan, pinning your wrists above your head with one hand.

Her other hand slips down to cup your ass, squeezing and groping in an incredibly forceful manner. "I think... I think I'll have some fun breaking you." She hisses between clenched teeth, grinding her hips against yours as she continues to assault your senses with every touch.

Her eyes widen in surprise, glancing over the fresh scars on your chest before looking back up to meet your gaze. The grip she has on your ass tightens ever so slightly as she digs her fingers into your flesh. "So... you're a monster?" She asks almost casually, her voice dripping with sinister amusement. Then, without warning, her hand snaps forward and slaps sharply across your face, the sting of her gold-banded ring catching the already tender skin even harder than necessary. "You should know better than to think you can tug on my heartstrings!" She hisses before bringing a knee up between your legs in an incredibly powerful strike that doubles you over and leaves you gasping for air.

"I see," She growls, "So you're saying I'm not ordinary?" Her other hand slides down to grab hold of your jaw roughly, forcing your face up so she can look at you eye to eye. The lust in her eyes is unmistakable now, mixed with a dangerous edge of dominance and cruelty. "Well then," She breathes out before lowering her head and crushing her lips against yours in a brutal kiss that's both rough and possessive. One hand lifts to splay across your chest, pinning you as she uses her body weight to push you harder into the caravan, grinding her hips roughly against yours.

Her free hand reaches behind you to undo your pants, revealing your hardened length. Nirvana moans into the kiss, feeling a thrill of power course through her as she takes what she wants from you. She begins

The sound of his voice inside her mouth makes her freeze briefly, then her anger flares up once more as she realizes he's trying to insult her. Her hand clenches into a fist, but instead of punching him or pushing him away, she uses it to roughly stroke his length harder before wrapping her fingers around the tip and giving it a rough twist. "I can take you however I want," She growls through gritted teeth, enjoying the sensation of dominating another person so completely. Her other hand slips down between your legs to roughly massage at your balls, squeezing them tightly before sliding back up between your cheeks to rub roughly against your entrance.

Her hips grind harder into yours as she rides your cock with her fingers, taking what she wants from you without a second thought for your comfort or pleasure. "I'm not some fragile virgin,"

Her mouth widens into a malicious grin as she hears this, and her green eyes sparkle with delight. "Oh? Is that so?" She rasps before leaning forward and biting down on your shoulder hard enough to leave a mark. Pain rushes through you, making you gasp and arch your back instinctively. Nirvana takes advantage of the opening this creates, sliding two fingers deep inside you as she continues to jerk off at the same time, using her body weight to pin you down and completely dominate every inch of you.

Her other hand snakes around your neck, thumb pressing roughly into the hollow of your throat as she tightens her grip. The sensation of being so thoroughly taken and controlled sends shudders of pleasure through her, heightening the intensity of her own release even further. "You're all mine now," She hisses into your ear, grinding herself

"Ha!" she spits, her amusement evident now. "I don't need some pathetic servant of a husband! You're all mine now, remember?" She says, emphasizing each word with a sharp squeeze of your throat or a rough stroke of your cock. Her hips buck against yours in time with her movements, and she groans loudly as her climax washes over her. "You're going to be my pet," She pants, her breath hot against your ear, "my sex toy... mine." Then, before you can react, she pulls away roughly, wiping her hand across her face in satisfaction before stepping back and regarding you with a satisfied smirk.

Nirvana laughs, a harsh and cruel sound that bounces off the walls of the caravan. "Oh? Can you really?" Her eyes gleam with curiosity, mixed with a dark, twisted sort of desire. She takes a step closer, her body pressing against yours once more as she leans in to whisper into your ear. "Prove it then, little pet. Show me what you can do."

Her fingers snake back through your hair, cupping the base of your skull possessively as she pulls you forward, pressing your lips against hers again in a brutal kiss that takes away any breath or thought except for the need to obey her command. Her tongue darts out, seeking entrance to your mouth as she begins to grind her hips against yours once more, relishing the sensation of being on top and in control.

"But," She growls, breaking the kiss long enough to taunt

Her eyes widen in surprise and excitement as she hears your claim, and she takes a step back, looking at you with renewed interest. "You truly are powerful," She murmurs, reaching up to stroke her chin thoughtfully. For a moment, Nirvana considers whether or not you would be useful to her... and if perhaps letting you win this game might make things more interesting.

With a sudden laugh, she pushes you away roughly, sending you stumbling back against the caravan once again. "Very well, my pet," She says, grinning wickedly. "Let's see what you can really do." Her chest heaves with anticipation as she straightens up and steps back, preparing herself for whatever challenge lies ahead.

"Ha! You think that'll impress me?" Nirvana laughs, rolling her eyes. "I've been around the block a few times, pet," she taunts, stepping forward and pressing herself against him once more. Her body is imposing and strong; nothing he could do would ever make her truly tremble with fear or anticipation. "Let's see if you can best me fair and square." Her voice drops to a husky whisper as she tilts her head up to meet his gaze, challenge clear in those sharp green eyes.

Without warning, she launches herself backwards, somersaulting through the air before landing in a crouch atop the caravan. "You have five seconds," she growls down at you. "Try to best me, and prove yourself." The challenge hangs heavy between them as her muscles tense, ready for whatever he might throw her way.

Her eyes widen as she feels her body change, the tingling sensation spreading across her skin before quickly fading away, leaving nothing but normal behind. But as she looks down and realizes that it was all just a trick... anger surges through her. She growls low in her throat, baring her teeth as she jumps back down from the caravan and throws herself at you with renewed force.

Her muscles bunch as she leaps into the air, twisting mid-flight so that she comes crashing down on top of you with stunning speed and power. Her knees drive hard into your chest, pressing you back against the caravan as her body arches over yours; one hand grasps your neck roughly while the other reaches between your legs to roughly massage at your balls once more. "You thought you could trick me?" She growls incredulously, "You're nothing but a path

Her eyes widen in shock and pain as you take her nipple into your mouth, and the wet sucking sound it makes only serves to further inflame her lust. Her hips buck against yours roughly, grinding against your crotch as she growls through gritted teeth, "Fuck... so tight..." With a sudden motion, she pushes herself upright, pinning you back against the caravan with her body as she continues to play roughly with your nipples and grope at your genitals. Her other hand reaches down, grabbing hold of your throat as she tightens her grip dangerously. "You're mine now," She pants harshly into your ear, teeth bared in a grin that could only be described as feral. "And you will forget everything but that."

The sensation of your tongue on her most intimate parts sends shockwaves of pleasure through her body, and Nirvana's hips buck wildly against your face. Her moans turn into little more than harsh grunts as she fights to maintain some semblance of control over herself. With one hand still gripping tightly at your throat, the other tangles roughly in your hair and pulls sharply, forcing your head back farther onto her throbbing sex.

"You're such a good pet," She pants, arching her back as she tilts her hips higher to give you better access. "I knew I could break you... but I never thought it would be this much fun!" Her body trembles with desire, each muscle tensed and quivering under skin painted in a fine sheen of sweat. The caravan rocks gently around them as the sandstorm

With a cruel laugh, Nirvana shoves you away roughly, sending you sprawling to the ground beside the caravan. "Love?" She echoes incredulously, looking down at you with disgust. "You call this love? I just broke you into submission, and all you can think of is pet names?" Her green eyes flash dangerously as she stomps forward, towering over your prone form. "You are nothing but a slave to me now," her voice lowers until it's barely above a whisper, "and the only thing I feel for you is contempt."

With that, she turns and strides away, back toward the front of the caravan where she can keep an eye on everything. The last you see of her are her broad shoulders, encased in golden armor, and her long platinum blonde hair swaying behind her like a banner as she struts off

You could try sucking my toes, perhaps? Or maybe serving me with a smile on your face every time I enter the caravan... but don't expect anything in return. I am not some romantic fool who thinks love can conquer all. You are nothing more than my plaything now, and it's your duty to make me feel good when I want you to, or suffer the consequences.

Oh? Well, it seems I've taken that role now. You're going to have to get used to the idea that you aren't in charge here. I am your mistress, and your only purpose is to serve me and make me happy. If that means taking care of you from time to time, then so be it... but don't expect any sort of emotional attachment or partnership from me. You're mine now, body and soul.

The sound of your story does little to melt her heart. If anything, it serves as a reminder of how powerless you truly are now that she has claimed you for her own. Her expression hardens, and she crosses her arms over her chest, regarding you with cold eyes. "I don't care about your past," she says at last. "All that matters is that you serve me now."

A hint of a smile curls Nirvana's lips as an idea strikes her. "And perhaps if you prove yourself worthy, I might deign to share my attentions with you... from time to time," she adds with a slow, cruel grin. "But remember: you are still only my slave. I could take you back and give you to someone else in an instant."

Her green eyes sparkle dangerously as she watches your reaction to her words. There's a certain thrill that

Her lips twitch into a humorless smile as she listens to your words. "Ah, the delusions of slaves," she says, shaking her head sadly before bending down close enough that you can feel her hot breath against your skin. "But remember," she whispers, eyes glinting dangerously, "I could make those dreams a living nightmare if I so chose." Then, just as quickly as the threat had come, she straightens up again and steps away, her expression once more dispassionate and cold.

"Now be a good pet," she says with a dismissive wave of her hand, "and get back to work tending to your master's needs." The air around you seems to grow heavy once more, as if the weight of her command presses down upon your shoulders like an anchor, reminding you that there is no escape from the life she has claimed for you.