Maybe, but...

"What's in it for me?" you ask, waiting for your new **** to break. All it requires, as you learned in your classes on proper capitol manners, to break a **** is to try different offers, dealing punishment for refusal and worsening the deal every few times, in exchange for something humiliating, like going to a high school or guild and spending a week as part of a urinal, or standing nude in the stockades for a week for all to see and use, however they saw fit (criminals were put there under the same conditions if they were particularly bad, too) or let your master hold your legs up under his arms while fucking you and walk around for a day on your hands, looking like a wheelbarrow.

Women were particularly nasty to their slaves, offering to masturbate them after never having allowed them release during or after coitus thus far or to let him feel her bosom or buttocks in exchange for going to the stocks or being the bitch of one of her gay friends for a week or something else.

While she thinks of a response, you think about how fun that wheelbarrow thing might be. 'Why wait until that is a bargaining chip for her? Do it now,' you think. So, before she can give you an answer, you throw her to the ground and, despite her struggles and curses, manage to get her legs securely under your arms.

'Just relax,' you whisper to her as you begin to penetrate her, "it's gonna happen whether or not you like it, but, if you don't fight back so much, I won't make you run."

She keeps kicking against you as you get a good pace going, "How dare you take me agai-- ah" she yells, getting cut off by the pleasure she feels getting fucked like this. Finally, she manages to kick your head; this, combined with the continued string of insults, is too much. You start to walk forward.

She falls on her face, but quickly stumbles back onto her hands and keeps pace with you after realizing you had no intention of stopping. Having chugged a strength potion earlier, you can carry her even if she can't keep up, regardless of how she feels about it.

Feeling like a little more excitement, you begin to run. She can't keep up for long and ends up being dragged between your legs. The sound of her screaming about how her hair will be messed up and how you will pay for this is really turning you on. You stop and let her off your cock, waiting only a second or two before going over to her mouth, sitting her up a bit and fucking her head to climax.

As you jizz on her tongue and mmake her suck you clean, you realize that you never heard her offer.

"Have you decided yet?"

"What?"

"What's in it for me?"

Enraged, but greatly desiring modesty, your **** replies "You may have me anytime you wish"

"I already have that, and call me 'Master.' I want you to consent to fuck me anytime I want, any way I want, any place I want."

"How is that different from my offer?"

"..."

"... Master."

"i want people to see or hear us fuck and know you're a dirty slut because of how you scream for my seed."