As we let our imaginations fly, my mind was wrapped in a gritty, hard world where might makes right and if you can't keep what's your someone will always be there to take it off your hands. This is a world of super powers and the dangers that warranted them. The scene in particular originates in a small dirty merchant town.
Tray, sat at a booth in the cities bar. Tray being one of three potentials for the next trade prince was holding conversations with many people through the night. His new slave girl Cherry was knelt at his left side, his fingers trailing through her hair as he spoke. Her eyes occasionally stole a forbidden glance up towards his face, even though she was new to his collar he still showed her affection and gave her purpose.
As Tray's conversations continued his hand trailed down from her hair to play with one of her orange sized breasts and the baby bottle like nipples that resided on them. His attention was making her very wanton and she was ready to be beat if it meant he was going to touch her more. Her hand slipped up the inside of his thigh to his overly large shaft, hidden away in his pants. Tray ignored her advancements, her eyes were glued to him with a very cautions look painted across her face. Once she was satisfied that he was not going to lash out at her for rubbing his shaft she raised her small round ass off of her ankles and leaned forward, those little nimble fingers quickly untied his pants and removed his cock from it's confines.
The man that Tray was talking to started to get distracted by the movement of the little woman. Her mouth had eagerly began enveloping Tray's blood engorged member. To return the mans attention to him, Tray reached down and grabbed the back of Cherry's head. He rolled his hips forward a little and pushed her head down until his shaft was completely inside of her mouth and throat. She gagged as the cock pushed further down her throat than she thought a shaft of that size could make it. Her gagging turned to frantic swallowing as the muscles of her throat massaged the invading man meat. The conversation continued between Tray and the other man as he released the pressure on the back of her head.
Once she completely removed his cock from her mouth she looked up at Tray, the makeup that he required her to wear was smeared across her face from tears and the saliva created by her gagging on his shaft which seemed massive against her tiny frame. She was after all only about four and a half feet all, so his cock was like a baseball bat for her and she loved it invading different parts of her body. So with the determination of a stalking cat she snuck up his body, butterfly kisses touching sensitive areas of his body. She finally rested with her body pressed tightly against his, her legs straddling his lap and the head of his cock was pressed against her very small, very wanton pussy lips. She rolled her hips back and forth getting the tip of his head nice and slippery. Her lips met his briefly just before she spun herself around and stared right at the man Tray spoke to. She maintained full eye contact as she aimed Tray's shaft at her completely bare vagina.
She learned early in her slave training that if she was to interrupt a conversation she should be giving the potentially offended participant, of the conversation, the show. So she maintained full eye contact as she lowered herself onto the massive member. A bulge developed in her belly showing the progress of Tray's rock hard cock as it invaded her tiny body.Tears began to run down her cheeks once again as her body began to quake. She had been playing with herself while she orally pleased Tray, but she knew she was not allowed to bring herself to orgasm she would have to wait for a part of his body to bring her such ecstasy. And here it was, Cherry liked her pussy to hurt when a man was inside of her, she wasn't a girl that wanted to be made love to, she wanted to be owned, dominated, commanded and completely consumed by the man that claimed domain over her mind and body. Tray was one of these types of men, he was not a gentle man in the slightest, one could even say he was near abusive to his girls, but he always chose the ones that flourish under such attention.