Yes

You've had enough. You know it will only anger her if you don't do exactly as she says.

Emma changes into her villainess costume. Shiny black boots, pink latex trousers and a Amazon style black tank top. She is wearing long straight earrings. She sets up the camera and orders you to remove your clothes and put the mask back on.

It's a terrifying ordeal. You make a pathetic speech to the camera about your defeat to Emma. She then makes you gag on the dildo.

Emma stands you up and shocks you with a hard jab to the stomach. You're winded and fall to the floor. She picks you up in a rear bear hug and squeezes tight. She bends her back and your feet are in the air. You are screaming in agony. Soon, you are completely subdued and hang limp in her arms.

Emma removes the chain from your neck. She lifts you up by the waist facing her and props you on the edge of a table. You are amazed she is strong enough to hold you like this.

Emma roughly applies lube with one hand and gestures to the camera with the other one,

"A shameful defeat for your hero, ladies and gents. Let this be a lesson to anyone who gets in my way."

Emma gets to work. It is brutal. She starts slow then pounds wildly. You try to maintain composure but start to scream. Then you cry until you start to moan softly. Emma's relentless taunts are wearing you down as well

Finally Emma stop and throws you to the floor. She rewards your throbbing erection by expertly sliding her pussy up and down to give you an amazing climax. She drags you by the hair over to the camera. You are made to her worship her feet and legs while she does a victory pose.

"What a day. After this you're gonna paint my toenails and then kiss my ass, hah! What do you think of that, bitch?"

Emma laughs hysterically, loving her superiority. You bow your head and whimper softly,

"Thank you, Queen Minova."

Emma pins you down with her boot on your back. You see her checking her purple nails. She is pleased they are in perfect condition. She crouches down beside you and pulls your head back by the hair. The camera is pointed at your face. Your face looks dazed and you are drooling. You can see people leaving comments on the live broadcast. Emma tells you to say hi. You can only manage to groan.

Emma grabs a glass of wine and her make up kit. She keeps the camera rolling and sits on a sofa. You are made to kneel down and paint her toenails. She has made you so timid you focus on doing a good job.

Emma speaks to her audience,

"That's right. Look who's my bitch everyone. I run this show."

Emma roars in an evil laughter that sends a shiver down your spine.