Chapter 487: A Slave’s Initiation Ritual
Chapter 487 A Slave’s Initiation Ritual
Rebecca’s body dripped with sweat, her heavy chest heaving as she panted heavily, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. The dark green light that had consumed her faded away, revealing her flushed and glistening form. Asher made sure to enslave her body and mind using his scorching chains, yet he didn’t extend his chains toward her memories. If he tried to force it, she would know and try to reject it.
The slave crest on her back glowed a brief, malevolent green before vanishing into her skin, leaving only the stinging humiliation of its presence.
The weight of her newfound servitude pressed down on her like a leaden cloak, suffocating her very being.
Asher walked up to her, a twisted smirk on his face. He grabbed her chin roughly and tilted her head upwards, "Now, you’re mine...slave."
Rage and humiliation boiled in Rebecca’s eyes as she glared at him, her body still tingling from the searing pain of the slave seal’s activation, "I will kill you...no matter how long I would have to wait," she hissed.
Asher’s smirk only deepened, "You will never be able to hurt a hair on my body for the rest of your life." His hand trailed down her jawline, sending shivers down her spine, and downwards, over her exposed collarbone, and towards her deep cleavage, "Do you know what most female slaves do to please their masters for the first time? It’s like their initiation ritual."
Rebecca’s face flushed a crimson red, knowing what he was hinting at, "I hope you rot in Tartarus, you bastard."
"Looks like a slave like you need some proper training on how to talk to her master," Before she could react, Asher’s hand shot forward and roughly tore the front of her black gown, fabric shredding as it gave way to reveal her trembling, naked, supple body. "Yrgh!" Rebecca grunted in a mixture of rage and shame as her voluptuous breasts bounced free, the cool air brushing against her heated skin.
Asher’s hands, hot and hungry, raked over her curves, pausing at the heaving mounds of her exposed breasts, "Wow. You have the biggest breasts I have ever seen. It looks like you had at least a couple of children at a time for them to grow this big," he muttered, his voice a mixture of awe and crude humor.
Rebecca winced as his warm fingers dipped into her breasts, gnashing her teeth together upon having her bare breasts violated by this alien bastard.
Asher’s heated gaze wandered over her voluptuous, sweat-sheened body, his eyes drinking in the alluring curves that defied her age. Her hourglass figure, lush hips, and perky huge breasts heaving with each ragged breath she took only made the fruits of her motherhood stand out. Despite having voluptuous curves, her body was toned just enough.
Her skin, though blemished with the passage of time, had a sensual sheen in the dim light, like a fine wine that only grew more intoxicating with age.
He found himself transfixed by the way her body reacted to his touch - the goosebumps that bloomed on her skin, the involuntary shudders that wracked her frame, and the way her pink nipples hardened under his rough touch as he tugged at them.
Why was she so easily sensitive to his touch?
He knew she had a bombshell body, the most alluring one among all the senior women he knew. Yet looking at her naked figure made him realize he underestimated the allure of her body. Read latest chapters at nov(e)lbin.com Only
If not for her crazy attitude and her strength, he was sure men would have been swarming over to claim her as their own. Or, of course, she must be used to having a good time by dominating men under her pussy before killing them off.
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