Question Nicia

Your constitution has been honed by years of war, but the demands of four horny ****-girls is quickly exhausting you. You slump in a padded chair, and beckon Cassie to you. She has learned enough in the last few hours to know what is required of her. She kneels before you, a perfect picture of petite submission, and eagerly starts licking Sophia's juices off your cock.

You lean back, enjoying the pleasant feel of her sweet little tongue lapping along your manhood. "Nicia?" you say in your most commanding tone.

"Yes, master?" she leaps agilely to her feet, and running a finger seductively round one nipple she asks sweetly. "How may I serve?"

"For now, I just want you to talk." Her almost childish pout of disappointment makes you chuckle.

Then, she rallies. "Very well, my lord. What would you have me say?" she says in a sultry voice.

"When I came to this city, I was planning to violate innocent virgins and ravish prim and proper noblewomen until they turned into depraved sluts. And it's been fun," you add, running your fingers affectionately through Cassia's hair. "But you didn't need any debasing, did you? So, tell me why you're such a slut."

"As you command. But master," she adds, lying back on the bed again. "Please, the sight of you violating your slaves has been - difficult to simply watch. I beg you, give me some release."

You give an exaggerated sigh, as if you are actually **** to do this. "Very well. Sophia, see to your friend."

Sophia approaches Nicia hesitantly. "Master?"

"Sophia," you say sternly. "Must I punish you again?"

She flushes all across her naked body, and you're amused to see how much this commanding aristocrat gets off on being dominated. But before she can reply, Nicia takes matters into her own hands, twisting her fingers in Sophia's hair and forcing her friend's head down to her pussy. From the way Nicia starts moaning, Sophia has taken the hint.

"Oh, Sophia," Nicia gasps. "You have no idea how long I've waited for this! Gods, your slutty body was wasted on your limp-dicked pervert of a husband! I told you over and over that you should have taken a lover! Of course, I was being delicate, I knew what you really needed was a man who would **** you mercilessly, fuck you until your elegant hairstyle was a tangled, matted mess, until your aristocratic ideals were washed away in a tide of lust and you had to acknowledge what a whore you are at heart! Oh, I'm happy for you dear that it's finally happened! And I'm SO glad I get to watch!"

"Your story, Nicia." you remind the squirming woman at your side.

She nods. "Yes, master."