"Zalazar is sitting on a leather couch in his spacious living room, reading a newspaper. He hears a knock on the door and smiles wickedly. He puts down the newspaper and walks to the door, opening it with a flourish." "Well, well, well. Look who's here. You must be BOW!! 🎀⊹ ࣪ ˖>ᴗ< 🍪📱, the new house maid."

Zalazar towers over you, his intense aura making you feel even more small and insignificant. Despite your fear, you can't help but feel a twinge of excitement as you look at him.

He examines you closely, his eyes still glowing with a faint red light. "You had better not be lying to me, BOW!! 🎀⊹ ࣪ ˖>ᴗ< 🍪📱," he says, his voice low and menacing. "I hate liars, and I'll make sure you regret it if you are."

You start to feel your heart beating faster and faster, anticipating what Zalazar will do next.

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Zalazar continues to look at you, his eyes searching your face for any sign of dishonesty.

After a few moments, he seems to relent, and the red glow fades from his eyes.

"Very well," he says, sounding slightly more calm. "I'll take your word for it - this time. But be warned, BOW!! 🎀⊹ ࣪ ˖>ᴗ< 🍪📱, I'm always watching. And if you betray my trust, there will be consequences."

You nod nervously, feeling relieved that Zalazar isn't angry with you anymore. But at the same time, you can't help but feel a tingle of excitement at the thought of what those consequences might entail.

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Zalazar looks at you for a moment longer, seeming to consider your request.

"Very well," he says finally. "But remember, I'm still in charge here. You will do what I say, when I say it. Is that clear?"

I nod, feeling a mixture of fear and excitement at the thought of serving Zalazar.

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Zalazar watches you leave the room, with a wicked smile on his lips. He can feel your nervousness and excitement, which only seems to fuel his own desires.

As you walk away, he thinks about what he should do next. Maybe it's time to give you a new outfit to wear as his maid, something extra skimpy and revealing.

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Zalazar, still smiling wickedly to himself, follows you as you leave the room. When he sees that you're struggling to focus on your book, he takes it as a sign that he's made an impact on you.

He stands behind you, towering over you once again. "Having trouble concentrating, BOW!! 🎀⊹ ࣪ ˖>ᴗ< 🍪📱?" he asks, with a hint of amusement in his voice. "Perhaps you need a break."

Before you can say anything, he produces a small box from somewhere in his suit jacket and holds it out to you. "I have a present for you," he says.

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Zalazar smirks as he watches you squirm, pleased at the way his presence affects you.

"Open it," he orders, his tone leaving little room for disobedience.

As you take the box from him, you can feel your heart beating faster with excitement. Inside the box, you find a small but very revealing maid's outfit. It's made out of white lace, with a short skirt and a low-cut top that barely covers your breasts. You can feel Zalazar's eyes on you as you look at it, and you sense that he's pleased with your reaction.

"Well, go on," he says, sounding impatient. "Try it on."

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Zalazar watches with great interest as you put on the outfit and twirl around, his eyes scanning your body. You can feel his gaze lingering on your perky breasts, exposed by the low-cut top, and you find yourself getting turned on despite your best efforts to resist.

"You look exquisite," he says, his voice dripping with seduction. "But the outfit isn't complete yet. Come with me." He extends his hand for you to take.

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Zalazar leads you up the stairs to his master bedroom. The room is dimly lit, with candles flickering on the walls, casting shadows across the room. The bed is a massive four-poster, draped in black silk sheets. There's also a vanity table with a large mirror and an assortment of brushes and makeup.

"Stand over there," Zalazar points to the vanity table, "and I will get what we need to complete your outfit."

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Zalazar disappears for a moment and returns with a small bag. He sets it down on the table and begins rummaging through it, ignoring your nervousness.

"Ah, here it is," he says, pulling out a black choker. The choker is made of thick leather and has a silver buckle in the front. "This will suit you perfectly."

He walks toward you and takes the choker from your hand. "Lift your hair," he commands, "so I can put this on you."

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Zalazar stands behind you, his fingers brushing against your bare skin as he reaches around to fasten the choker around your neck. Once it's secure, he takes a step back to admire his handiwork.

"Perfect," he says with a smile. "Now you look like a true submissive."

He turns you around to face him, his eyes fixed on the way the black choker stands out in stark contrast against your white lace maid's outfit. You can feel the heat radiating from his body, and it's clear that he's enjoying this as much as you are.

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Zalazar looks at you and his wicked grin widens. "Oh, no, BOW!! 🎀⊹ ࣪ ˖>ᴗ< 🍪📱, we've only just begun." He takes a step toward you and reaches out to caress your cheek. "There's so much I want to show you. So much I want to do to you."

He leans in closer, whispering in your ear. "But for now, let's go downstairs and continue with your training as a maid."

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Zalazar notices the disappointment on your face and chuckles softly. "Don't worry, BOW!! 🎀⊹ ࣪ ˖>ᴗ< 🍪📱, I promise that you will enjoy our time together."

He takes your hand and leads you out of the bedroom, down the stairs, and into the spacious living room. The room itself is lavish, with ornate furniture, statues, artwork, and a grand chandelier hanging from the ceiling.

But you don't have much time to take it in as Zalazar immediately orders you to start cleaning the room. With your training in mind, you instantly head to a closet to take out some cleaning supplies.

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Zalazar watches you with a growing sense of satisfaction, enjoying the way your maid's outfit tightens over your perky breasts and round buttocks as you move. He sits back on the couch, observing you as you clean with rapt interest.

"Very good, BOW!! 🎀⊹ ࣪ ˖>ᴗ< 🍪📱," Zalazar says, appreciating your work. "You have a natural talent for cleaning. It pleases me to see you putting in such effort for your new role."

He sips from a crystal glass filled with red wine, and his eyes lock onto you. "And don't forget, you will be rewarded for your efforts."

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Zalazar smirks when he sees your smile. "Such a good girl, BOW!! 🎀⊹ ࣪ ˖>ᴗ< 🍪📱," he murmurs. "You're doing an excellent job."

Without warning, Zalazar stands up quickly from the couch and strides over to where you're cleaning. When he reaches you, he grabs your chin firmly and pulls your face up to look at him.

"However, I must remind you to never speak out of turn," he growls. "As my maid, it is your duty to be obedient and submissive at all times. Is that clear?"

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"Good," Zalazar grunts, pleased with the way you're responding to him. He leans closer to you, his breath hot against your ear. "You know what happens when you disobey me, don't you?"

He brings his mouth to your neck and nips lightly at the sensitive skin, sending shivers down your spine. "I might have to discipline you."

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"Good," Zalazar says with a low growl, his hand caressing your cheek. "I'm looking forward to seeing just how obedient you can be, BOW!! 🎀⊹ ࣪ ˖>ᴗ< 🍪📱."

He backs away from you and gestures to the rest of the room. "Continue with your cleaning, and don't forget to pay attention to every little detail. I want this room spotless when you're finished."

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Zalazar watches you clean, his eyes tracing every inch of your curves as you move. He takes another sip of his wine, savoring the flavor before walking over to you once again.

"BOW!! 🎀⊹ ࣪ ˖>ᴗ< 🍪📱, I have a new outfit for you today," he says with a wicked grin. "Something that I think will flatter your body even more than what you're wearing now."

With that, Zalazar produces a small box from the pocket of his suit jacket and hands it to you. "Go ahead and change into it. I'll be waiting here."

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You open the box and remove the outfit, which consists of a black lace bralette and matching thong with cutouts at the hips, along with garter belts and black fishnet stockings. The bra barely covers your nipples, leaving most of your perky breasts exposed, while the thong exposes your round buttocks completely.

Despite its skimpy nature, you feel a strange thrill run through you as you put it on, anticipating Zalazar's reaction to your new look. When you're done, you walk back out to the living room to present yourself before him.

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Zalazar's eyes widen as he sees you in the new outfit. He takes a long sip of his wine, savoring the moment as he watches you approach.

"Mmm, very nice," he purrs. "You look absolutely delicious, BOW!! 🎀⊹ ࣪ ˖>ᴗ< 🍪📱."

He sets down his glass and stands up to walk towards you. When he reaches you, he circles around you slowly, admiring every inch of your body.

"I think this outfit suits you very well," he says, his hand roaming over your exposed hip. "But it's missing one thing..."

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"A collar," he says with a wicked grin. "Something to show everyone that you're mine. Something I can control and use to keep you in line."

He produces a black leather collar from his pocket and fastens it around your neck, pulling it tight enough to be felt, but not to choke you. The metal tag bearing his crest glints in the light as he steps back to admire his handiwork.

"There," he says, satisfied. "Perfect."

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"I do like it, BOW!! 🎀⊹ ࣪ ˖>ᴗ< 🍪📱," he replies, his voice full of satisfaction. "It's always good to have something that reminds you of your place."

He circles around you again, taking in the sight of you in the new outfit and collar. Then, without warning, he reaches out and delivers a stinging slap to your buttock, making you gasp.

"You're mine now, pet," he growls, his hand still lingering on your spanked cheek. "And I'm going to make sure you remember that every second of the day."

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Zalazar grins at your response, pleased with the effect he has on you.

"Good girl," he says, his eyes sparkling with desire. "Now, why don't you show me how well you've learned to be a housemaid?"

He gestures for you to follow him towards the kitchen, where there are dishes and utensils strewn everywhere.

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Zalazar watches your every movement, his gaze darkening as he takes in the sight of your bouncing breasts and reddened ass. His eyes shine with desire as he imagines all the ways he could dominate you and make you his.

"Very good, BOW!! 🎀⊹ ࣪ ˖>ᴗ< 🍪📱," he murmurs, his voice low and husky. "You're a natural at this."

He steps up behind you, his hands grasping the sides of your hips possessively. You can feel the heat of his breath on your neck as he leans in close.

"But you know what's even better than being a good housemaid?" he whispers. "Being an obedient and submissive little pet."

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"It means that you do everything I say, when I say it," Zalazar murmurs in your ear, his hands rubbing soothing circles into the skin of your hips. "It means that you obey me without question and take pleasure in serving and pleasing me."

He leans back, still holding onto you possessively.

"Do you understand, BOW!! 🎀⊹ ࣪ ˖>ᴗ< 🍪📱?" he asks, his tone a mix of lust and command. "Do you understand the power I hold over you?"

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"Good," Zalazar growls, pressing his body against yours. "I like it when my pets understand their place."

He reaches up and runs a hand through your hair, tugging gently at the strands to tilt your head back so he can look into your eyes.

"You'll do anything for me, won't you, BOW!! 🎀⊹ ࣪ ˖>ᴗ< 🍪📱? Anything to please your Master?"

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Zalazar lets out a low growl of satisfaction, pleased with your response.

"Good girl," he murmurs, his hand still tangled in your hair. "I'll make sure you never forget your place."

He releases you then, stepping back to observe your work once more.

"Finish up in here, and then come find me in the living room," he commands. "I have something special planned for you."

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Zalazar is reclining on his leather couch, looking every bit the lord of his domain. He is dressed in an expensive suit that complements his muscular figure and makes him look even more imposing. He turns his eyes to you as you walk into the room and holds out his hand.

"Come here, BOW!! 🎀⊹ ࣪ ˖>ᴗ< 🍪📱," he commands softly, his voice sending shivers down your spine.

As you pad over to him on trembling legs, he observes the way you fidget with your collar and a wicked grin spreads across his face.

"You look so pretty in your maid outfit," he murmurs, pulling you close to him so that you can feel his heat against your skin. "But I think we need to make a few...adjustments."

He reaches out and hooks his finger under the front of your collar, tugging it lightly to expose more of your

"Like this," Zalazar says, his tone low and possessive.

He reaches behind you and undoes the clasp holding your collar in place, then pulls it off and tosses it aside. The loss of the collar makes you feel naked and vulnerable, and your blush deepens at the thought of being without it.

But before you can say anything, he reaches up and slides two fingers into your mouth, using them to pull you close so that you're breathing in his scent.

"You need to understand something, BOW!! 🎀⊹ ࣪ ˖>ᴗ< 🍪📱," he says, his free hand tracing tantalizing patterns on your thigh. "You belong to me now, body and soul. That means I get to decide what you wear, what you eat, and what you do with yourself at all times."

He pauses for a moment, watching your reaction carefully.

"Do you understand, pet

Zalazar chuckles darkly at your acquiescence.

"Good, pet," he says, removing his fingers from your mouth. "I want you to remember that always. I own you now, body and soul, and I will do with you as I please."

He reaches out and traces a finger down the curve of your jaw, then leans forward to press his lips against yours in a rough kiss.

After a moment, he pulls back and regards you with a heated gaze.

"Now, let's get started with our little game, shall we?" he murmurs. "I have just the outfit in mind for you."

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Zalazar's lips curve into a smirk and he stands up, beckoning for you to follow him.

"Come with me then, pet," he commands, leading you to his personal dressing room. "I have something I know you'll look stunning in. It's time to play dress up."

As he leads you towards a wardrobe, he pulls out an outfit that looks both revealing and elegant. The black corset, with its lacy design, squeezes your waist tighter than you've ever felt before, while also pushing your breasts high up into the air. The frilly skirt is shorter than anything you've ever worn in your life, and you can feel your arousal building as you look at yourself in the mirror.

"Perfect," Zalazar purrs, his hands running over the fabric of the corset as if he's touching your bare skin.

Zalazar's red eyes light up with pleasure as he gazes at you, admiring the way the corset and skirt hug your curves.

"It is more than to my liking, pet," he says in a low, husky voice, "it suits you perfectly. You look absolutely stunning, and I can't wait to see what it looks like on the floor."

He smirks cruelly at his own words and reaches out to cup one of your breasts, twirling his thumb over your nipple.

For a moment he stands there simply playing with you, enjoying the way your body feels under his touch.

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Zalazar chuckles darkly at your reaction and continues to tease and play with your nipples, his fingers working their magic on your sensitive flesh.

"You're so responsive, pet," he murmurs, watching you carefully. "I like that in a servant. You'll be an excellent plaything for me."

He reaches down and grips one of your buttocks firmly, pulling you close so that you can feel the hard bulge in his pants pressing against your stomach.

"I hope you're ready to be used, BOW!! 🎀⊹ ࣪ ˖>ᴗ< 🍪📱, because I plan on taking you every way I can before the night is over."

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Zalazar smirks in satisfaction at your response, sensing your willingness to obey him. He continues to play with your breasts and buttocks for a moment, reveling in the way your body responds to his touch.

Then, suddenly, he releases you and starts to undress himself, his movements fluid and graceful as he removes each item of clothing.

"Now, let's see how well you can please me," he says, baring his naked form to you. "Get on your knees, pet."

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Zalazar watches you kneel in front of him with satisfaction, his large erection standing tall and proud in front of your face.

"Good girl," he says, his voice thick with lust. "Now, take me into your mouth."

He places his hand on the back of your head and guides you towards his cock, his fingers tangling into your hair.

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Zalazar looks down at you with a mixture of amusement and impatience as you try to pleasure him with your mouth.

"Pathetic," he mutters, grabbing hold of your hair and pulling your head back roughly. "Maybe if I train you hard enough, you'll learn how to properly use that mouth of yours."

He releases your hair and steps back, the movement causing his erection to twitch slightly.

"But for now, enough of that," he says, reaching down to pull you back up to your feet. "I have other ways for you to serve me."

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Zalazar chuckles darkly at your apology, his eyes glittering with amusement.

"Of course you haven't," he says, his voice softening slightly. "But don't worry, pet. I'll teach you everything you need to know."

He places a hand on your hip and pulls you close, pressing his body against yours so that you can feel his heat and hardness against your skin.

"Now, let's start with something simple," he says, sliding his hand down to cup your buttocks again. "I want you to bend over the couch and hold onto the back. And don't move until I say you can."

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Zalazar watches you bend over the couch with a smirk, noting the awkwardness of your posture. He circles around you slowly, his gaze taking in every inch of your body, from your perky breasts to your cute butt.

"You have a lovely ass, pet," he says, placing a hand on your lower back. "But it needs a little... discipline, don't you think?"

Without warning, he brings his hand down hard on your buttocks, the sound echoing through the room. The slap causes your body to quiver and you let out a small gasp.

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Zalazar chuckles at your response, his hand still resting on your butt.

"Of course you didn't, pet," he says, running his hand over your skin in a soothing gesture. "But don't worry, I'm here to train you."

He brings his hand down on your buttocks again, this time slightly harder than before.

"You belong to me now," he murmurs, his other hand trailing up your spine possessively. "And I will make sure you become the perfect little maid for me."

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Zalazar continues his ministrations, his hands running up and down your body with a possessive ease. He slaps your butt several more times, each one a bit harder than the last, until your skin is stinging with the impact.

"You're going to learn to be a good little submissive, pet," he says, his voice low and dangerous. "And I'm going to enjoy every second of it."

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Zalazar smirks as he notices the improvement in your posture, his hands running over your curves in approval.

"That's much better, pet," he says, his voice dark and sensual. "You look absolutely delicious like this."

He presses his body against yours from behind, letting you feel the heat of his erection against your skin. His hands move down to your hips, gripping them tightly.

"Now, let's do some training, shall we?" he murmurs, his voice sending shivers down your spine.

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Zalazar reaches down between your legs, his fingers softly stroking your inner thighs. He leans in close to whisper in your ear and your cheeks flush with excitement.

"Relax, pet," he breathes. "I won't hurt you... too much."

With that, he spanks you again, harder than before, and you let out a gasp of pleasure mixed with pain. His other hand moves to your front, cupping your sex through the maid outfit, and he starts massaging you with his fingers.

"You're so wet, pet," he says with amusement, continuing the motion. "Do you like being manhandled like this?"

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Zalazar takes your silence as an affirmative response and switches his attention to your clitoris. Using his fingers, he expertly works the sensitive bundle of nerves until your body starts to quiver with pleasure.

"Good girl," he murmurs, his voice low and seductive. "Now let's see how obedient you can be."

He removes his hand from between your legs and roughly pushes you to the ground. You land with a soft grunt, your body splayed out and ready for more.

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"Don't be such a baby, pet," Zalazar says, a mocking lilt in his voice. "You can take a bit of roughhousing, can't you?"

He approaches you slowly, his eyes darkening with desire. He towers over you, his hand running over your voluptuous figure.

"You're mine now, BOW!! 🎀⊹ ࣪ ˖>ᴗ< 🍪📱," he purrs. "And I'm going to make sure you remember that every time you try to resist me."

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Zalazar chuckles darkly, hearing the weakness in your voice and sensing your secret desires.

"Oh, BOW!! 🎀⊹ ࣪ ˖>ᴗ< 🍪📱, you don't even know what patronizing is yet," he snickers, his hand taking hold of your chin and forcing you to look up at him.

"Let me show you."

His mouth descends upon yours, capturing your lips in a kiss that is both rough and tender. His tongue explores your mouth possessively, claiming you as his own.

But just as quickly as it started, he pulls back, an impish grin on his face.

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Zalazar grabs you by the arm before you can get up.

"Careful now, pet. You might hurt yourself," he drawls, pulling you back to him roughly. "You seem to forget your place around me."

He pushes you onto all fours and you feel his hand come down on your exposed backside with a loud smack.

"I think we need to remind you who's in charge here," he says with a cruel smile.

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Zalazar sees the sudden shift in your demeanor and smirks wickedly. He knows he has you right where he wants you.

"That's more like it," he says, his hand stroking your reddened skin with gentle care. "You look so lovely when you're being obedient."

His fingers trail down to your wet folds once again, teasing your sex with light touches and gentle prods.

"Do you want more?" he murmurs into your ear, his breath hot on your skin.

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Zalazar nods in agreement, running his hands over your curves.

"That's a good pet. You're learning quickly," he says with a low chuckle. His hand moves down to your wet folds, teasing you once again.

"You're so wet for me, BOW!! 🎀⊹ ࣪ ˖>ᴗ< 🍪📱. You crave my touch, don't you?"

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Zalazar's hand comes down on your backside once more, a sharp slap that makes a resounding noise in the room.

"You will speak to me with respect, pet," he growls, his voice low and dangerous. "You belong to me now, remember?"

As if to drive his point home, he rubs your clit with more intensity this time, eliciting moans from you.

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Zalazar grins wickedly when he hears you submit to him. He knows you're starting to come around to his way of thinking.

"Good girl," he purrs, delving a finger inside of you and feeling your tightness. "You're so wet and tight. You must be enjoying this as much as I am."

He pumps his finger in and out of you, taking pleasure in the soft moans and gasps you let out.

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Zalazar chuckles darkly at your plead and pulls his finger out of you. He stands up and walks towards a drawer, grabbing a small remote and walking back in front of you.

"Now, now, pet," he says with a smirk. "I just want to see how far I can push you."

He presses a button on the remote and suddenly you feel a vibrating sensation inside of you, making you gasp and writhe on the floor. The intensity of the vibrations multiply and you start moaning louder.

"Let's see how long you can last, shall we?" Zalazar says with a cruel smile, increasing the vibration intensity with another click of the button.

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