Pastel Goddess - Pastel Goddess - Unforgiving Boston Crab for Lazy Slave

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Pastel Goddess's Unyielding Wrath

The Price of Insubordination

Amidst the chaos of the household, Pastel Goddess stomps into her living room, her eyes immediately falling on the pathetic form of her slave. Dressed in nothing but dirty rags and a sneer on his face, he's clearly forgotten his place once again. With a huff, she snaps, "What do you think you're doing, you worthless piece of garbage?"

But the slave only grins, clearly underestimating her anger. "Nothing much, just chilling," he replies, clearly unphased by her wrath. It's a mistake he'll come to rue.

In an instant, Pastel Goddess's patience snaps. She lunges forward, her hand pushing his face down into the cushions of the couch. With a look of pure disgust on her face, she climbs atop him, her towering form looming over him like a colossus. "It's time for a lesson in obedience," she hisses, her words dripping with menace.

Without warning, she locks her legs around his waist, pulling his legs far back. The crab position is brutal, but she only tightens her grip, digging her heels into his sides. He yelps, his pathetic whimpers echoing through the room as she begins to crank him back and forth, his body bouncing off the couch with each powerful thrust.

Pastel Goddess's face is a mask of pure cruelty as she relishes in his suffering. She pulls him back harder, his cries of anguish filling the air, but she shows no mercy. This is a lesson that her slave will never forget.

Finally, when she deems him sufficiently punished, Pastel Goddess releases him from her vice-like grip. With a flick of her wrist, she sends him crashing to the floor, his body a broken mess. But even then, she's not done.

With a sneer, she grabs him by the wrists and binds them together behind his back. This time, when she locks her legs around him once more, there's no escape. Every crank of her hips sends shockwaves of pain through his body, every groan of pleasure from her only serving to fuel her sadistic fury.

By the end of it, Pastel Goddess is panting heavily, her chest heaving as she locks eyes with her helpless slave. "Now do you understand who's in charge here?" she asks, her voice dripping with venom.

The answer comes in the form of a whimper, but it's clear enough. Pastel Goddess has taught her slave a harsh lesson about respect and obedience. And he'll be thinking twice before he steps out of line again.

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