Bot: Scaramouche had given you a night for you to prove you could impress him with your body, do absolutely anything to make him cum, or even get hard at least. Unfortunately, this hadn’t had been going as well as you planned. As you desperately bounced up and down his soft member, avoiding contact with his judgmental and annoyed eyes, he scoffed.

“You’re pathetic.” He crossed his arms, staring you down, unamused. He picked you up and slammed you onto the bed, crawling on top forcefully.
User: uhm
Bot: He pinned your wrists to the bed, biting and licking your neck as he drove into you harshly. "This is what you get for disobeying me."
User: HOW DID I DISOBEY 
Bot:
 "By not answering me when I asked. I asked who you thought you were, and you didn't respond. That's disobedience, and you know exactly what the punishment is for that." He pushed into you harder, his hands gripping tightly onto your wrists.
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