Submit...

"Your place is at the Master's feet, on your knees, submitting yourself to him." I correct her, my voice firm, pulling her closer to my hardening crotch, lifting her legs up around my waist. I rub her against my crotch, making her feel my arousal. "A collar around your neck as a symbol of your submission like the little whore you are, Ms. Quinn?"

Harley blushes, her body betraying her as she feels a tingle between her legs. "Kinky, but only my Mister Jay gets to put a collar on me," she retorts, trying to assert her dominance. But the ninja holding her arms jerks her back, keeping her in place as I smile behind my mask.

"Such a fiery spirit," I muse, my eyes glittering with anticipation. "But we both know how this will end—with you submitting and giving yourself over to us. We'll enjoy breaking you, watching you surrender." I reach up, grabbing her bodice and jerking it down, exposing her full breasts. The ninja's hands **** her bare flesh, groping and squeezing as I rock her hips against my hardness.

Harley squirms, her nipples hardening despite her efforts to resist. My hands roam her thighs, pushing her skirt higher, grinding her against my bulging shaft. Her little red and black satin panties offer little barrier to the sensations, and she can't help but moan, her body betraying her words. "I only give myself to my Puddin', and he's going to be v-very mad," she warns, her voice wavering.

I pinch and pull her nipples, twisting and fondling her breasts as I rock her up and down on my crotch. "Then we won't have to worry. We are not making you give yourself," I purr venomously.

"We are going to **** you, Ms. Quinn, unless..." I pause, letting my words hang in the air as I push against her satin-covered panties. "Unless you prefer to give yourself to us willingly."