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LONELY PROMPTS
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“Very good, Sark. Your willingness to obey has pleased me. Perhaps I will allow you to earn my forgiveness after all,” the MCP stated, becoming involuntarily intrigued by its slave’s responses.
The MCP steadily began to increase the intensity level of the energy seeping from the terminal and straight into its slave’s pulsating circuitry. This caused Sark’s body to twitch and writhe and the program began to pant fiercely while trying to maintain his body’s general position.
This wasn’t what the MCP wanted. It wanted to see its slave lose that final degree of composure and fall strait into total ruin. It wanted to make sure that Sark understood once and for all that it was the MCP who ruled here and that nothing and no one was beyond its reach. Sark had been a fool for failing to follow commands and an even bigger fool for thinking he could conceal anything from his leader.
The MCP would make Sark pay - but more importantly, it would make Sark beg.
With that delicious intent in mind, the MCP abruptly ceased all the stimulation that had previously been flowing so generously.
Sark, who had been lost in his own world of throbbing pleasure mere moments before, cried out at the swift loss of that jolting energy.
It was exactly the result the MCP intended.
“You must beg, Sark. If you truly want my absolution you must beg me for it.”
Its slave’s hands were clutching desperately at the terminal, and the Commander’s eyes were glowing with a frenzied light as he struggled to hold himself together long enough to comply.
“I…I want it. I need it, Master. Please,” Sark entreated, “don’t stop.”
A surge of approval travelled through the MCP at its slave’s words. It was about to give the slave his reward when another idea filtered its way into the MCP’s consciousness.
“Now admit what you are, Sark. Say what a nasty slut you are, and I’ll give you everything you desire,” the MCP ordered with relish.
Sark tensed and his tongue came out to wet dry lips. Just when it seemed as if he might actually disobey, he spoke up in a halting murmur.
“I’m a slut.”
“What was that, Sark? I don’t believe I heard you,” the MCP taunted.
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