A collared nymph

Jack heard the cry of pleasure from upstairs and winked at Millia, who giggled and leaned into him. "Looks like Samantha is enjoying herself," he said with a smile. "What do you imagine led her to this sudden need?"

"Me," Millia answered, wiggling her ass against his crotch as she sat on his lap on the couch, her bare feet nestled beneath the soft pillows by the armrest. "She's thinking of me."

"Hmmm, I imagine you're right about that," Jack mumbled, nibbling at her ear as he wrapped his arms around her. "And you're going to keep it that way, aren't you? You're going to make sure she keeps thinking of you, keeps wanting you, keeps lusting after you."

"Of course, master," Millia said with a happy smile, caressing his neck with her nose, like a pet looking for snuggles. "I will tease her, distract her, cloud her mind. I will fill her every waking moment with thoughts of lust and desire, break her down into a shell of a human being, a pathetic, whimpering mess, begging for any scrap of attention I care to bestow upon her."

Jack chuckled, enjoying the feeling of his cock pressing against her firm ass as he felt her moving against him, wiggling it with small circular motions.

"And then?" he asked, his voice deep and husky with desire.

"And then her true punishment can begin, master," Millia whispered, turning around on his lap to face him, her eyes dark and sultry. "And then we can really have some fun with her."

Jack grinned and kissed her, his tongue probing her mouth eagerly. He could feel her responding to him, her arms wrapping around his neck as she pressed her body against his. Her nipples were hard and erect, rubbing against his chest through the thin material of her chiton as she ground her hips against him. The material had slipped from one shoulder, leaving it bare, and her pink, stiff nubs were clearly visible through the thin linen.

He moved his hands down to her ass, gripping it tightly as he pulled her closer to him. He could feel the heat of her cunt through the fabric of the dress, and he groaned as she moved against him, teasing him with her body. He reached down and pulled the fabric up, exposing her ass to his touch. Her skin was smooth and soft, and he ran his hands over her cheeks, squeezing them gently. Millia moaned softly, arching her back and pushing her hips against his hands.

He moved one hand between her legs, feeling the heat radiating from her sex. He rubbed his fingers against her, feeling her wetness and desire. Millia moaned again, moving her hips against his hand.

"I will need to break into your ass soon, my ****," Jack whispered in her ear, his voice laced with desire. "To **** my cock through your tight, protesting sphincter as you whimper and squirm beneath me, tears streaming down your face."

Millia shivered and nodded, biting her lip as she pushed her ass back against his hand. Jack moved his finger to her clit, rubbing it gently as she moaned and writhed in his lap. He could feel her desire building, her hips moving faster and faster as he stimulated her.

"I won't care to be gentle or caring. I won't take it slow or ease you into it. I will be brutal, forcing my cock into your ass as you cry out in pain and anguish."

Millia whimpered, her body trembling with need as she kept grinding her ass against his bulge, lost in his description of her future anal defloration.

"Will you plead and beg me to stop, I wonder?" Jack asked, his voice dripping with sadistic pleasure. "Will you cry and scream and promise me anything I want if only I would stop hurting you?"

Millia nodded frantically, her breath coming in short gasps as she moved her hips faster and faster. "I-I believe so, master..."

"And will that make me stop?"

She shook her head, eyes closed. "N-no, master... n-no, you won't..."

Jack smiled as he continued to stimulate her clit with one hand while reaching up to twist a nipple with the other. Millia gasped and arched her back, her body convulsing as he touched her.

"No, it won't. Do you know why?" he asked, his breath hot against her ear.

She nodded, her eyes still closed. "B-because my pain and suffering don't matter, master. My body is yours, and my holes exist only to bring you pleasure, master... you own them... you own my body, and my mind... and my..." Her breath hitched as Jack twisted her nipple between his fingers. "M-my soul, master. You o-own me... master..." she whispered, her voice weak, her body shivering.

Jack growled in approval, biting down on her neck as he pinched her clit between his fingers. Millia cried out, her body jerking in his arms as he held her firm.

"Say it again," he demanded, his voice rough with desire.

Millia moaned, her words barely coherent as she tried to form words. "You... you own me, master... my body... my mind... my soul..." she repeated, her voice weak with yearning. Jack groaned, his own arousal building as he felt her submission. He moved his hand to her hair, gripping it tightly as he yanked her head back to look into his eyes. "Say it again, Millia," he growled, his voice low and commanding.

Millia's eyes were glazed as she nodded, her lips parting slightly as she gasped for air. "You own me, my master," she whispered, her voice hoarse with pleasure. "My body, my mind, my soul... they all belong to you, my master Jack Temple... please... please take them..." she begged, her hips grinding against his bulge as she tried to create friction.

Without knowing why, Jack grabbed her pendant, holding her in place as if she were a dog and the pendant was her collar. The amber in the pendant felt warm under his fingers, almost as if it were responding to his touch, to his desire.

"Keep repeating it, ****." he demanded, his eyes dark and intense.

Millia shuddered, her body arching towards him as she moaned. "I'm your ****, master. All I want is for you to own me..." she whispered, tears streaming down her cheeks as she looked up at him with pleading eyes.

The chain of the pendant seemed to tighten around her neck, the thin silver loops conjoining into each other, widening and settling firmly around her neck, the amber pendant dangling from a ring at the front.

The nymph was now wearing a collar of shiny, bright silver. It was one single piece of metal, its surface smooth and even all around her neck. No contraptions or mechanisms to be found, no way to remove it, and no way for it to come loose. It simply was there, a collar, around her neck.

A part of her, forever.

She came as the collar finished its transformation, her body shaking and shivering with the **** of her release. Her legs trembled on Jack's thighs, the white of her eyes visible as her body tensed and then collapsed, her moans of pleasure filling the air as she came apart in Jack's arms.

Jack held her through her orgasm, his fingers still working her clit as he kissed her deeply. He could feel her surrender, her submission to him, her complete and utter devotion to his very being.

His sight turned blurry as a tear fought its way past his macho resistance. As her moans subsided, he pulled back to look at her, her eyes half-lidded and unfocused as she tried to catch her breath. He wiped away a tear that had fallen down her cheek, all while blinking away his own.

"You're mine, Millia," he said, his voice filled with emotion. "All mine. Forever."

She looked up at him, her eyes filled with love and devotion. "Yes, master," she breathed, her voice soft and compliant. "I'm yours. Always."

His phone vibrated on the table, showing a notification from Aphrodite's Chosen. Jack tapped the screen, reading the message.