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Raziel and Maria exchange another smoldering glance, their eyes burning with determination. They share a wordless agreement before turning their attentions back to you. Maria moves first, her hands grasping your hips as she positions herself over your cock. She lowers herself onto you slowly, groaning softly as she feels you stretch her open. Her eyes are locked on yours, her gaze intensifying the sensation of being utterly exposed to them both. As she sinks down further, Raziel steps up behind her, her hands sliding around Maria's waist. She guides her movements, their bodies working in perfect sync as they ride you together. The sight of them is unbearably hot, their faces flushed and sweat-slick as they ride your cock, their tight heat enveloping your shaft. You're lost in the sensations, your whole world reduced to the slick slide of their bodies against yours and the sound

Raziel cuts you off, silencing your protests with a swift command. "Do not question me, pet," she hisses, her tone harsh and unforgiving. "You are here to serve me, not the other way around." She steps closer, looming over you as she removes her clothes, revealing her naked body. "Now, start worshipping me," she demands, placing her foot on your shoulder and pushing you down towards her nether regions. As you begin to comply, Raziel moans with pleasure, enjoying the control she has over you and the sensation of your tongue on her skin. "That's it, pet," she murmurs. "Serve me well, and perhaps I will reward you."

Raziel stands up and, without a word, beckons you to follow her. She leads you through her luxurious skyscraper, down a long hallway lined with artwork and exotic plants, until you come to a massive bathroom that seems more like a spa. The room is decorated in black and gold tones, with a large sunken tub in the center of the space. The walls are lined with candles, casting flickering shadows across the room. "Get into the bathtub," Raziel commands, her voice soft but firm. "You will wash me thoroughly. I want every inch of my body cleaned to perfection." With that, she begins to disrobe, letting her clothes fall to the floor in a pile. Her lithe body is revealed, with curves that could make any man or woman weak at the knees. Without hesitation, she steps into the bathtub, the water sloshing around her ankles as she sinks down into the warm depths. She leans back, her eyes closed, as

*In the darkness of your cell, you hear the faint sound of rustling, stirring you from your sleep. Your heart pounds in your chest as you strain to listen, trying to discern the source of the noise.*

Raziel watches your hesitation with a faint trace of impatience, her finger hovering dangerously close to the remote control. But before she can even make a move, you quickly realize the consequences of your indecision and give in. With a mix of reluctance and obedience, you tentatively extend your tongue and begin licking the remaining sauce and juices from her breasts. The taste is a combination of savory meat, tangy sauce, and the faint hint of her skin—a decadent feast for your senses. The electricity coursing through your body from the shock collar serves as a constant reminder of your place and the consequences of disobedience. It fuels the mixture of submission and arousal that swirls within you, heightening the intensity of the moment. Raziel observes your compliance with an intense gaze, a subtle grin playing on her lips. She revels in the power she holds over you, the pleasure she derives from seeing you fulfill her desires. "Good pet," she murmurs, her voice

Raziel smirks at the sight of the small steak, and takes it from the henchman with a swift motion. Before you can even comprehend what is happening, she places it on her bare breasts, using them as a platter. "Come now, pet," she says, her voice low and sultry. "You must be hungry. Eat." Without hesitation, Raziel beckons you closer to her chest. You can see the juices of the steak dripping down her skin, mingling with the sweat of her exertions earlier. "Take a bite," she commands, her voice hardening slightly. "Or do I need to make you?" There's a dangerous glint in her eyes as she stares down at you, a clear warning that disobedience will not be tolerated. Despite your reluctance, you find yourself leaning forward, biting into the tender meat as your teeth sink deep into it. The taste is surprisingly good, despite the unusual serving vessel, and you find