Flawless Victory

You can already feel the last of her inner fire dying as you draw closer. While she looked pretty composed upon her arrival, it was probably thanks to Kano more then anything else. Her eyes are now full of panic and worse, uncertainty. Your first exhibition with her has left behind some considerable scars. Perhaps a few physical marks might be added before the night is over. In fact, you fully intend on it. You reach for her and she screams like a trapped animal, kicking weakly at your arms. She's not fast enough to pull away before you catch one of her ankles and pull her close. She twists in your grip but fails to break free. You fist is a steel manacle and resistance will only result in her injury. You grab her with more arms and bring her off the ground up to your face. Sonya glares directly at you will vitriol as you easily manipulate her legs so they wrap around your body, her firm and toned ass in two of your hands. You squeeze it and Sonya groans, her wrists held together by a third hand. The last one draws slowly up her leg and side, admiring the hard work she has put into maintaining her well oiled machine of a body.

"You're quite impressive. I rarely see humans in such fine condition."

"Stop it, you sick bastard."

She breaks eye contact, looking away in revulsion and trying to ignore your groping hands supporting her weight.

"Such nice and revealing clothes as well. I don't have to rip them off you to feel your soft warm flesh." Your voice drops to a low almost predatory growl.

"Although I might still, anyway."

"Let go, damnit!"

Somewhere a voice in your head berates you. That was a Baraka pickup line if there ever was one. Still it was true.

"Did you know Outworld women don't wear leggings? That's a tradition you'll soon become quite accustomed to as well."

"I"m going to kill you and rip off your fucking head."

You hold her up with a single hand as you can no longer resist feeling up her tits. This close, you notice that she hadn't bothered to wear an undergarment. Kano really did catch her at a bad time. You begin to squeeze them and Sonya writhes in your arms, still powerless to break her hands free of your grip. Groans escape through her barred teeth as you caress her nipples, watching her body react to your touch. You enjoy observing how your **** tries pathetically to resist your efforts to arouse her. You relish the mental agony she's in, her spirit being ravaged before you've even started to work on her body. Your cock is nearly at full erection and you let her feel it sliding against her ass as you lightly thrust between her legs. Again, you feel that sense of fear overtake her waning inner strength and a tear wells up in her eye.

Your smirk as you let leg go off her and let her feet touch the ground. She tries to turn on her heel into a dead sprint but you anticipated the move and as soon as she turned her back to you, your hand strikes her ass with enough **** to send her tumbling head over heels into the sand. She coughs through the small cloud and tries to get up while rubbing her backside, without any knowledge that you have once more taken to the sky. You land expertly right overtop of her semi prone form, just avoiding a fatal crushing blow by inches. The **** still hits her like a tidal wave and smashes her front first back into the sand. You didn't even touch her and she looks like a splattered bug.

You stand over her as the cloud dissipates and you notice she hasn't moved a muscle and that her breathing has sharply increases pace. You let a hand trail down her body and finally detect that she's trembling, the full realization of how close to certain **** she had just been finally dawning on her. As well as how hopeless the dream of escape truly was.

You grab her by the pony tail and **** her upwards. She issues a choked scream, grabbing at her hair to relieve the tension and does manage to get her hands and knees underneath her. You step past her, pulling on her ponytail like a makeshift leash, testing her obedience. She only resists for a moment before the pain is too great and she awkwardly crawls after you.

"Good girl. I think you're finally learning."

"Shut up you son of a bitch." She more whines then yells.

Your mildly amused at her last attempts to rebel but she does need to learn her place. You stop to pull her up to her knees and give her a hard slap across her tits. The hit knocks the breath from her lungs and as she coughs you use your other hands to seize her top. She regains control of herself and immediately freezes in place, fully aware of what you're about to do. You let the moment of tension last a few long seconds, gazing into your slaves eyes, letting her know you'll be taking your time while subjugating her, that is won't be over with anytime soon.

She closes her eyes in disgust and shame and that's when you pull her top off her body, exposing her tits to her master. She moves to cover them but your second pair of hands clutch her wrists and prevent her from maintaining any sense of modesty.

"I wish to admire them."

"I'm not letting you break me."

"Of course not. But I will."

To prove how little control over the situation and herself she really has, you **** her hands up to her chest and make her press her massive tits together, groping herself as you casually adjust the hide wrap around your waist, allowing your now fully erect cock free for your **** to gaze at in all its glory. Well, she would if her eyes hadn't been welded shut since you tore her top off. No matter, you had time to break your wild mustang of a ****, which was becoming less and less so by the minute. She groans and gasps as she suffers the humiliation of being **** into semi pleasuring herself before you. Her face is flushed with embarrassment and a few more tears fall from her face to the sand.

You let go of her wrists and regain control of her pony tail as she falls back to all fours again. You pull on it casually and she responds quicker this time. Her head is **** up as you literally skull drag her along and she sees instantly where you are taking her. Two lit braziers stand on either side of Shao Kahn's throne and next to them, two sets to chains and restraints on small raised platforms.

You feel her stop suddenly, now fully aware of what you have in mind.

"Come, ****. Be a good girl and your master might just try and make it easier on you. Although you've already misbehaved quite enough. Maybe I won't punish you too severely if you do as I command from here on out"

You forcefully pull on her hair to get her going again, unruly pets need to be taught to go where master desires. She is more resistant then a moment ago and you can see desperation and panic return to her face. Even though she likely thought she was beyond saving before, she is now acutely aware that if you manage to truss her up in those bonds, her fate is beyond sealed.

You can feel the tension rise as she contemplates the odds of one last escape attempt. It does matter, you're ready. It will only make things worse for her in the long run.