Even worse for her: now Bison truly knows for sure that they are. With her size it was highly possible they would be a weak spot, but when she felt herself up and got lost in touching them, it basically told Bison all he needed to know. On top of punishing her, he then wields her own revealed weakness against her.
There's a reason Satsuki gave in and moaned out his title. His position over her. This was just one of many. Pulling Satsuki into a seated position, he holds her against him while she comes, letting her shudder against his sturdy chest and in the safety of his arms.
"I believe you added a whole new type of perfume into the bath, my dear." His hand brushes through the girl's hair, and after a quick clean up, he's easily maneuvering Sastuki into his arms, cradling her against him. They go to a room in the bathing space to dry off. Bison gets them both taken care of and then attaches a collar to Satsuki's neck. Grabbing the chain, he leads her out and commanding her to walk behind him, guides her to his room.
The door is locked. The collar comes off, and he has her neatly put it away nearby for..later use. From there she is directed to a closet to pick out something to sleep in. There are many things to choose from: scantily clad items, genuine night items.
The only thing he forces her to wear is a black thong. Anything else is up to her. A reinforcement that being his slave isn't going to be that bad. With the girl dressed, Bison motions for her to get in bed, and he joins her. He has no need for clothes and while she settles under the covers of his enormous and incredibly soft bed, Bison joins her. He of course is absolutely naked, looping an arm around Satsuki to pull her against him.
Eventually, the two of them fall asleep like this: Master and Slave.
The next morning sees Bison stirring first.
He looks down at a sleeping Satsuki and slips his fingers gently through her long hair. The little maniac looks so peaceful like this. Little does she know that the bath she came in had plenty of far flung minerals in it from other countries and shadowy religions. When she wakes, she'll feel refreshed, and the cheeks of her ass no longer red and sore. Only the love bite on her neck will have remained.
She's fresh and pristine once again. For the most part. He thinks about waking her with his head shoved between her legs, but waits to see if she stirs from the brush first.
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There's a reason Satsuki gave in and moaned out his title. His position over her. This was just one of many. Pulling Satsuki into a seated position, he holds her against him while she comes, letting her shudder against his sturdy chest and in the safety of his arms.
"I believe you added a whole new type of perfume into the bath, my dear." His hand brushes through the girl's hair, and after a quick clean up, he's easily maneuvering Sastuki into his arms, cradling her against him. They go to a room in the bathing space to dry off. Bison gets them both taken care of and then attaches a collar to Satsuki's neck. Grabbing the chain, he leads her out and commanding her to walk behind him, guides her to his room.
The door is locked. The collar comes off, and he has her neatly put it away nearby for..later use. From there she is directed to a closet to pick out something to sleep in. There are many things to choose from: scantily clad items, genuine night items.
The only thing he forces her to wear is a black thong. Anything else is up to her. A reinforcement that being his slave isn't going to be that bad. With the girl dressed, Bison motions for her to get in bed, and he joins her. He has no need for clothes and while she settles under the covers of his enormous and incredibly soft bed, Bison joins her. He of course is absolutely naked, looping an arm around Satsuki to pull her against him.
Eventually, the two of them fall asleep like this: Master and Slave.
The next morning sees Bison stirring first.
He looks down at a sleeping Satsuki and slips his fingers gently through her long hair. The little maniac looks so peaceful like this. Little does she know that the bath she came in had plenty of far flung minerals in it from other countries and shadowy religions. When she wakes, she'll feel refreshed, and the cheeks of her ass no longer red and sore. Only the love bite on her neck will have remained.
She's fresh and pristine once again. For the most part. He thinks about waking her with his head shoved between her legs, but waits to see if she stirs from the brush first.