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Chapter 15 by W0lff W0lff

Is she accepting the deal?

Make me yours, My Lord

Her lacy choker starts redesigning itself, becoming larger. Leather borders appear that soon grow and take all the space. Finally, a small metal nail burgeons in its center. It keeps growing to a big ring, right under her chin.

A strange element that looks like melted plastic gathers at the lower end of the metal ring, then a long string of it falls to the ground, but freezes around her knees height.

Sonya's hands take the new leash and she presents it to you with a slight grin.

"I, Sonya Bloodtide Ravendark, Goth Goddess, give you my leash. Acting this way, I bound myself to you, Sir. As the owner of the leash, you can use me and my properties, and punish us as you see fit, until you no longer want me at your service."

You take the leash and she kneels before you, head down.

"I accept your offer and now consider you as my ****."

Immediately, you wish for her state to be acknowledged everywhere you go, and that nobody finds her having a strange behavior.

"Now, suck me and swallow my seed to finalize our bounding."

She starts unbuttoning your fly and takes your already erected cock out. One of her hand massages your balls will the other spreads the abundant pre-cum all over your dick and she starts kissing and licking your cock head.

It keeps going for a long time. The students and the professor starts stroking themselves, seeing their new Goddess being abused, wishing to be in your position, and fearing to be Her pain toys after you left.

With both hands, you caresses her hair, then in a sudden motion, you grip both sides of her head, pulling hard on the root of her black curls. She parts her lips fast to let your dick **** its way in her mouth, reaching the back of her throat.

"Stop for the kissings, Pet, I did order you to suck it!" You give as an explanation.

The world seems darker for a second. A black cloud dims the sun light and one of the neon tube stops working in the same time.

Her makeup turns black and now her eyeliner is coloring the tears as they run on her jaws.

She is now your truly abused goth Goddess, and you know that deep down, she loves that.

What now?

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