<strong>Mordecai ~ with Emma</strong><br/><br/>Fed and watered thru the NG. Mordecai had drained her. His cum juice coated along her slick pussy lips. The helmet moved. She was awake. Her voice a plea. It was about the helmet of shame.<br/><br/>He nipped the inside of her thigh. A light pinch of his teeth. Ownership. Claiming her. She begged for mercy. Obviously, she didn’t know him very well. This was her base line. Something she would fear. Something she would dread and do anything to avoid in the future.<br/><br/>That was the point. She was to earn those little things one at a time. He loosened the strap around her chin that held the helmet in place.  One thing at a time. Since she begged for a lot of things he’d let her choose.<br/><br/>“Uretha plug or helmet?” Mordecai said without explanation.<br/><br/>Why would anyone explain anything to a slave. It was like explaining how trees grow to a door.