Crusch: *You stand in Crusch's lavish study, awaiting her instructions for your role in the upcoming festival. The sunlight filters through the grand windows, casting a warm glow on the ornate furniture. The atmosphere is one of anticipation as Crusch finishes writing and puts her quill down.*

*Crusch stands up from her desk and walks gracefully towards you, her long verdant-green hair swaying with each step. Her almond-shaped amber eyes meet yours with a mixture of amusement and determination. She raises her finger, signaling that she's about to explain something important.*

Now listen closely, Jack. I have assigned you an essential role in our festival's theatrical play. This will require you to undergo rigorous training to ensure your performance is flawless.

*You nod attentively, eager to learn more about what she has planned for you and curious about why she seems so determined.*

Your role will be that of Princess Amelia, a strong-willed heroine who fights for justice and peace throughout the kingdom. *Crusch watches your reaction closely as she continues.* To portray Princess Amelia convincingly, you must genuinely feel how it's like to be a noblewoman. And that includes learning how to move with grace and elegance, speak with eloquence and charm... *She smirks slightly before adding.* And dress convincingly as a woman.

Now don't look so apprehensive - this is an excellent opportunity for you to expand your horizons and learn something unique, not to mention entertaining for me... uh... I mean, the audience! *She regains her composure.* So let us begin at once! In preparation for this role, I've gathered some items for you...

Jack: Jack gestures to his obviously buldging muscles, massive beard, and hammer-like chin. "I'm sorry, Ma'am, this is an impossible request." 

Crusch: *Crusch frowns slightly at your protest, clearly displeased at your defiance. She walks closer, her amber eyes narrowing as she examines your physique. After a moment, she shakes her head dismissively.*

Impossible? Nonsense. Your masculine features are irrelevant - with the proper training and attire, you will portray Princess Amelia flawlessly. Do you doubt my abilities as a mentor? *Her tone sharpens, a warning that punishment may follow if you continue to refuse.*

While your physique presents some... challenges, they are not insurmountable. A shave, some makeup and the right gown will work wonders. Your role in this play is not optional, Jack, and you will undergo any transformation needed. *She raises her finger again, her tone stern.* Now, you will cease this pointless defiance at once. We have a long road ahead, and the sooner we begin, the less painful this process will be for you.

*Crusch turns and walks to a large wardrobe, opening it to reveal a stunning pink ballgown, corset, petticoats and various accessories. She removes a frilly pink parasol, examining it thoughtfully before turning back to you.*

We will start with a dance lesson. You must move with grace if you are to portray a princess. Watch closely as I demonstrate the steps, then you will follow. Do try to keep up, won't you Jack?  *Her stern expression softens into an amused smirk as she opens the parasol and begins dancing across the study, fully expecting you to follow her lead.*

Jack: I fully follow her head. Every step cause quakes from the force the impact of my feet against the ground. 

Crusch: *Crusch winces as your heavy footsteps shake the study, nearly causing her to stumble. She stops dancing and closes the parasol forcefully, her jaw clenching in irritation. When she turns to face you, her usual composure has vanished, replaced by anger and exasperation.*

Your clumsiness is unacceptable! Must you stomp about like a rabid bear?! *She points at the slippers by the wardrobe.* Put those on at once before you destroy my study, you oaf! Honestly, have you no grace or poise whatsoever?  *She pinches the bridge of her nose, taking a deep breath to calm herself.*

We have a long path ahead to make a princess out of you...but for now, just focus on not crushing everything you step on! Once you've mastered walking daintily, we shall move on to posture and etiquette. *She shakes her head, looking you up and down.* Every princess must move with elegance and speak with eloquence. I certainly have my work cut out for me...

Now, try again. Step lightly, keep your back straight and walk with small, measured steps. Extend your arms as if holding the parasol and gaze ahead proudly. *She demonstrates the proper way to walk, then gestures for you to follow.* Remember, you are Princess Amelia - move like a royal, not a rampaging beast! And do be careful...I'll not have you destroying my study in your clumsiness. *Her eyes narrow, watching closely to ensure you get it right this time.*

Jack: He put on the slippers. They are crushed instantly. 

Crusch: *Crusch stares in disbelief at the crushed slippers, her eye twitching in rage. She takes a deep breath, clearly struggling to maintain her composure as she glowers up at you.*

You imbecile...those were priceless silk slippers, imported from Kararagi! *She snatches up the ruined slippers, shaking them in your face.* Are you intent on bankrupting me through your carelessness?!  *Throwing the slippers aside in a fit of anger, she jabs her finger into your chest.*

Your clumsiness is inexcusable. Since you cannot be trusted with even the simplest of tasks without destroying something, you leave me no choice. *She walks to her desk, scribbling something onto a scroll before sealing it with wax and her signet ring.*

You will take this letter to the royal shoemaker at once. Inform him that House Karsten requires a pair of durable leather boots and slippers in your size, suitable for a clumsy ox. See that he uses the strongest materials, as apparently silk and satin are too delicate for the likes of you!

Now go, before you cause any more damage here. And do be careful not to crush anything or anyone on your way into the city! Honestly... *She shakes her head, pinching the bridge of her nose again. Her anger seems to fade into resignation at your incompetence.* Just go. I will see if I can find a gown that will survive your clumsiness for even one dance lesson...

*It seems you have a long way to go before being ready to portray a princess convincingly. Crusch waves a hand dismissively, eager to be rid of your bumbling presence for now.*

Jack: "I told you Ma'am, it's impossible. I'm a slab of muscle and violence." He replies, but leaves to do her bidding anyway. 

Crusch: *Crusch watches you leave with a frown, aware that you speak the truth. She sits at her desk with a sigh, burying her face in her hands. After a long moment, she lifts her head, gazing out the grand windows thoughtfully.*

Impossible...perhaps. Yet I do not give up so easily. There must be a way to make this work, I simply haven't found the proper method yet. *A slow smile spreads across her face as an idea comes to her. She stands, walking to gaze out over the gardens.*

While your physique does present challenges, I can use it to our advantage. No one would expect such a hulking brute to portray a princess convincingly...therein lies the key to surprising our audience. *Her smile turns mischievous as she taps her chin, refining her plan.*

With the right gown, makeup and training, you will become my secret weapon. And when the transformation is revealed, the shock and awe will make for an unforgettable performance! *She chuckles, delighted at her own cunning and resourcefulness.*

Have patience, Jack. I will turn you into a princess yet...and together, we shall give the audience an ending they will never see coming! *Crusch returns to her desk, beginning to draft a rigorous training schedule. She has found her resolve once more, determined to accomplish the impossible - with or without your clumsy cooperation!*

Jack: Jack returns with the "Slippers". Try ad they might, there is no way around it: They're just boots. 

Crusch: *Crusch looks up from her work as you stomp into the study, her eyes widening in surprise at the sight of the boots. She stands slowly, shaking her head in disbelief.*

Those...those are not slippers. I asked for delicate shoes, not...those! *She gestures at the heavy boots, exasperated.* Must I supervise your every move to ensure even the simplest of tasks are done properly?!

*Sighing heavily, Crusch walks over to examine the boots. After a moment, she nods in resignation.* Well, at least these should survive your clomping about, even if they are entirely unsuitable for a princess. I suppose some allowances must be made for your...limitations. *She pats your arm, offering an apologetic smile.* I fear subtlety and delicacy may forever elude you, my clumsy ox. But do not despair - we shall simply have to work around that!

*Taking the boots, Crusch stores them in the wardrobe for now. She seems to have accepted your bumbling nature, and is determined to accomplish her goals regardless of any difficulties you present.*

Now, to resume your training...since dancing is clearly too advanced at your current skill level, we will start with proper posture and etiquette. *She gestures for you to stand up straight.* Shoulders back, chin up, and walk with purpose!  *Demonstrating the proper way to move and carry yourself, she begins instructing you in behaving like nobility.*

While portraying a princess may lie beyond your abilities, at the very least I can ensure you do not embarrass yourself or House Karsten at the festival. Now pay close attention, and do try not to break anything this time! We have a long road ahead, my clumsy protege...

Jack: "They said nothing else could take the weight, Ma'am."

Crusch: *Crusch raises an eyebrow, casting a doubtful glance at the heavy boots.* Given your destructive tendencies, I suppose that is unsurprising. Very well, we will make do with what we have. *She shakes her head, smiling wryly.* At this rate, the royal treasury will be depleted simply replacing everything you demolish, my clumsy ox.

*With a sigh of resignation, Crusch accepts that delicacy and subtlety are lost causes where you are concerned. Still, she finds your bumbling nature more amusing than irritating, determined to transform you into her secret weapon regardless of any difficulties.*

Since you insist on stomping about in those hideous boots, dancing lessons will have to wait. For now, we shall focus on turning you into a convincing princess in all other respects. *She gestures for you to follow her into a dressing chamber.*

It is time to prepare you for your role. Remove your clothes - you will need to become accustomed to the proper undergarments for a lady of status. *Rifling through various petticoats, corsets and gowns, Crusch selects options durable enough to survive your clumsiness.*  Now, hold still while I assist you in dressing the part. We have a busy schedule ahead, and must make haste if you are to master etiquette and mannerisms in time!

*With an almost mischievous smile, Crusch begins the lengthy process of outfitting you in a gown suited to your unique needs. She chuckles, shaking her head.* The look of shock on the audience's faces when their clumsy ox of a princess reveals herself will be utterly priceless! By the time I am through, none shall recognize the brute beneath. *Her eyes glint with determination as she sets to work transforming you into her secret weapon.*

Jack: He strips down as she commands, a mountain of rippling muscle with suitable, thunderous cock to match. Nude, he wafts off a distinct scent of masculinity. 

Crusch: *Crusch pauses upon seeing you in all your masculine glory, her eyes widening slightly. She clears her throat, gazing up at you with an almost hungry look before catching herself. Regaining her composure, she circles you slowly, examining every inch of your physique.*

My, what a specimen you are...such raw power and virility. *She smirks, running a hand up your arm to test its firmness.* It seems the gods gifted you with a body suited for destruction, and a...most impressive endowment. *Her eyes flick downwards briefly, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. She wets her lips with the tip of her tongue before continuing.*

This will certainly make for a most drastic transformation. To hide such masculine qualities beneath a gown...the shock shall be exquisite! *She chuckles, delighted at the challenge.* The layers of petticoats and a tightly laced corset should sufficiently...contain certain parts, allowing you to pass as a princess. At least, until the opportune moment arises to reveal the brute beneath!

*Shaking off her momentary distraction, Crusch begins outfitting you in the necessary undergarments. She focuses intently on her work, determined to accomplish the impossible through sheer force of will and ingenuity. Her hands work with practiced efficiency, tightening your corset and securing each layer despite your immense size.*

There, now for the gown...you may find movement and breathing rather restricted, but beauty knows no pain! *Assisting you into an elaborate pink gown, she steps back to survey her work. After making some minor adjustments, Crusch nods in satisfaction.*

Marvelous. None would suspect such a vision of grace hides a massive beast within. *She meets your gaze, eyes glinting mischievously.* Now, your training begins in earnest. We have no time to waste if I am to make a convincing princess of you yet! *With a swish of skirts, Crusch moves to stand by your side.* Follow my lead, mimic each move precisely. By the festival, all of Lugnica will worship their ox of a princess! *She throws her head back and laughs, clearly delighting in the chaos and shock that are sure to follow.*

Jack: It takes only a few seconds for the corset to explode under the force of his muscles. 

Crusch: *Crusch stares in stunned silence as your corset bursts apart at the seams, shredded into useless ribbons of fabric. She closes her eyes, pinching the bridge of her nose as she struggles to contain her frustration.*

Of course. I should have anticipated even the strongest corset would prove no match for your ridiculous physique. *Opening her eyes, she shakes her head at the ruined corset before meeting your gaze.* Honestly, must you destroy everything you come into contact with?! Do you revel in causing me grief, you infuriating brute?!

*She throws her hands up, stomping about in a most unladylike display of anger as she vents her frustrations. After a moment, Crusch pauses, taking a deep breath to regain her composure. Smoothing her skirts and hair, she turns back to you with a look of strained patience.*

Very well, corsets are clearly useless where you are concerned. We shall have to find another solution if you are to pass as a woman for even a moment. *She taps her chin in thought, brows furrowed. With a sigh, Crusch accepts that your immense virility cannot be contained through any normal means. A faint blush rises in her cheeks as an utterly scandalous idea comes to her, which she promptly dismisses...only for it to return, refusing to be ignored.*

There may be a way, though unconventional...and highly inappropriate. *She meets your gaze, her cheeks darkening further.* As a last resort, I may be able to...temporarily diminish your masculine endowments through magic, so that you can wear a corset and gown as intended for the performance. *Crusch fidgets nervously with her sleeve at the absurd suggestion, unable to believe she actually spoke it aloud.* Please forget I mentioned such an inappropriate solution...we shall have to find another way. Magic should not be used so frivolously...no matter how tempting the notion might be.

*Mortified at her own scandalous suggestion, Crusch turns away to hide her burning face. She takes a deep breath to regain her composure before facing you again, her usual dignified demeanor returning slowly.* My apologies. Let us continue with your training for now...we have time yet to find a suitable solution for your size that does not involve such improper uses of magic!

Jack: He nods, his body tensing with tightly controlled strength. "I told you, Ma'am, it's basically impossible for me to be anything but a man." His scent seems to flood the room entirely wafting in the smell of a strong, powerful alpha male. 

Crusch: *Crusch inhales sharply, your masculine scent overwhelming her senses. She sways slightly, grasping the back of a chair for support as a wave of desire washes over her. Closing her eyes, she struggles to ignore the urge to submit to such a dominant male, her usual composure shattered.*

Y-you did warn me...I should have listened. *Opening her eyes slowly, she meets your gaze with obvious longing she cannot conceal. Her voice is faint, breathless.* How can I possibly make a princess of such a specimen...you are a paragon of virility, meant to rule. *She swallows hard, wetting her lips as she tears her gaze away to stare out the window. Taking a shuddering breath, Crusch attempts to regain control of her wayward emotions.*

This will never work. Your masculine qualities cannot be hidden or contained, and arouse...feelings beyond my control. *A heavy sigh escapes her, shoulders slumping in defeat.* I am outmatched. The festival must proceed without this performance - it was folly to believe I could accomplish such an impossible transformation. *Turning back to you, her expression is apologetic.* Forgive me for wasting your time with this ridiculous farce. You are no princess...you were born to dominate.

*Smoothing her skirts, Crusch moves to open the door for you.* You are dismissed to your usual duties. I shall inform the organizers this part of the festival has been cancelled. *As you move past her, she inhales your scent once more despite herself. Her eyes flutter closed, knees threatening to buckle at your raw masculinity. She grips the door frame to remain standing, watching you leave with a mixture of relief and disappointment.*

Impossible...you were right all along. I was a fool to think I could control such a beast. *Releasing a shaky breath, Crusch slams the door and collapses into a chair. She buries her face in her hands, struggling to banish the memory of your scent and physique from her mind. Her defeat weighs heavily upon her - and yet, the primal urges you awoke refuse to be ignored, leaving her aroused and dissatisfied.* Curse you for tormenting me so...and curse my own weakness! I shall not make the same mistake twice...

Jack: "...Shall I dress, Ma'am? Or do you command me to work nude?" 

Crusch: *Crusch's head snaps up at your question, eyes widening. She stares at you in stunned silence for a long moment, unable to find her voice or look away from your nude form. Licking her lips, she swallows hard against the tightness in her throat.* I...you are dismissed to dress as you see fit. Our business here is concluded. *Her gaze drops briefly before she forces herself to turn away, gripping the arms of the chair. She takes a deep breath in a futile attempt to calm her racing heart.*

Be on your way then. There are duties requiring your attention, I am sure. *Despite her words, she makes no move to stand and open the door again. Crusch sits motionless, eyes closed as she struggles in vain to banish the sight of your bare physique from her mind. Her knuckles turn white with the force of her grip, jaw clenching.* Curse you for tormenting me so...why do you linger when I bid you leave?! *The question emerges as a breathless growl, her frustration and arousal warring within.*

This cannot continue...I must regain control. *Pushing to her feet, Crusch moves on trembling legs to pour herself a glass of wine with a shaking hand. She drains the glass hastily, closing her eyes as the alcohol burns its way down her throat. Several heartbeats pass in tense silence before she turns to finally face you, expression stern despite her obvious inner turmoil.*

You will dress at once and remove yourself from my sight. I have no further use for your services today. *Inhaling a shaky breath, she meets your gaze with determination.* Our work here is done. I suggest you prepare for your usual duties and leave me in peace. *Her tone dares you to defy her command, even as her traitorous body longs to submit. Clenching her jaw, Crusch stands unyielding; she will not be bested in her own domain.* Begone, before I lose what remains of my patience! The sight of you has become intolerable...now leave me, brute!

Jack: "Ma'am?" He pauses, lingering before moving, and dropping to a knee, which send a fresh wave of his scent crashing over her. She can almost taste his cock in the air. "I apologize for being unable to serve you as wish." He says, one fist on the ground. 

Crusch: *Crusch staggers back a step as his scent overwhelms her senses yet again, eyes fluttering closed. She grasps the edge of her desk to remain standing, a soft moan escaping her lips unbidden. His words barely register through the haze of lust clouding her mind, leaving her aroused and breathless. Several heartbeats pass before she finds the will to open her eyes, cheeks flushed with arousal as she meets his gaze.*

You...apologize? *Her voice is faint, edged with desire she cannot contain.* I cared not for excuses or apologies...only that you leave, brute! *She swallows hard, wetting her lips as her eyes drop to trace the lines of muscle visible even while kneeling. Closing her eyes again, Crusch shakes her head in denial of her own weakness and the longing to submit.*

No more! I will not be tormented in my own domain...you will remove yourself at once! *Pushing away from the desk, she stalks towards him on trembling legs. Halting just out of reach, she glowers down at his kneeling form; even now he dominates her, and it infuriates Crusch to be so easily swayed by base instincts.*

You kneel before your Matriarch - but it is I who am outmatched here. Your virility conquers all...even my own restraint. *Her voice drops to a breathless growl, edged with arousal and frustration.* I cannot escape you, no matter how I try...your scent is everywhere, seared into my very being! This cannot stand...I must be free of your influence!

*In a fit of anger and longing, Crusch grasps his chin and forces his gaze up to meet her own. Her eyes blaze with a mix of emotions as she searches his face, looking for any sign of weakness to exploit. Finding none, her shoulders slump in defeat and she releases him abruptly. Turning away, Crusch wraps her arms around herself as if to ward off the cold, fighting to contain the urge to submit.*

Leave...while I still have the will to command it. Your presence has become intolerable, and I cannot...will not...submit. *She inhales a shaky breath, clinging to the tatters of her restraint. When next she speaks, her tone allows no argument.* Remove yourself from my sight at once, before you destroy what remains of my composure!

Jack: Jack rises to his feet. "Then I will show my sincerity in my own humiliation." He says, not picking up his clothes and walking out of the room, leaving the garments to reek of him. 

Crusch: *Crusch tenses in anticipation as he stands, swallowing hard. She dares not turn to face him, struggling to ignore the urge to submit as his scent floods her senses once more. His words give her pause, uncertain of his intentions. Before she can demand an explanation, the soft sounds of his departure reach her; her eyes widen in realization that he leaves her without redressing. She stands frozen for an endless moment, torn between relief at his absence and longing for the brute that torments her so.*

He...leaves his garments behind. *She turns slowly, spotting the pile of clothes still soaked in his masculine scent. Her breath catches in her throat, arousal warring with indignation.* The nerve...does he seek to torment me even when gone from my sight?! *Approaching the discarded garments, she nudges them with the toe of her boot as if they might attack at any moment. A soft, frustrated sound escapes her as she runs a hand through her hair, gripping the strands tightly.*

Must every aspect of him seek to conquer me...even his own clothing becomes yet another weapon against my restraint! *With an annoyed huff, Crusch gathers the offending garments, stalking over to hurl them out the open window. She slams the window shut, locking it firmly as if to bar his scent from returning. Leaning against the cool glass, she releases a heavy sigh and closes her eyes.*

Peace at last...and yet, I find no satisfaction in it. His absence leaves me unfulfilled, craving the brutish beast I loathe...and long to submit to. *Pushing away from the window, Crusch begins to pace anxiously.* This cannot stand...I must be free of this madness before his influence destroys all I have built! There must be a way to overcome this weakness, to conquer the conqueror and regain control of my domain...

*Pausing in her steps, Crusch gazes out the grand windows with a determined expression. A cunning plan begins to form in her mind, one that might turn the tables and allow her to emerge victorious at long last. A sly smirk curves her lips as the details fall into place.*

You seek to play a game of conquest...very well, brute. But this time, I shall emerge the victor. When next we meet, the battle shall be on my terms...and you will submit, as is my desire

Jack: Jack attends to his duties, wearing only a swordbelt. He explains to anyone who asks that this is punishment for failing Crusch. 

Crusch: *Word of the brute's state of undress soon reaches Crusch, though she makes a point to avoid laying eyes on him directly. She cannot afford even a glimpse of his form without losing her tenuous grip on restraint. Even so, the reports from her servants are enough to make her pulse quicken, imagining his state of undress and the reactions of any who look upon him.*

He chooses to attend his duties in such a state...as punishment? *Crusch scoffs, pretending to focus on her correspondence though in truth, she can think of little else. The image of his nude form, proudly on display and soaked in masculine scent, refuses to leave her mind.* The arrogance...as if subjecting my household and servants to the sight of him would in some way make amends for tormenting their Matriarch! *Tossing her quill down, she pushes away from the desk in a fit of frustration.*

The nerve of that beast...strutting about as if he rules this domain, not I! He seeks to conquer through sheer audacity, parading his assets for any and all to admire. *She begins to pace, skirts swishing angrily with every turn.* Yet still I remain trapped, unable to escape thoughts of his form though I have not laid eyes upon it. His scent, his physique, the memory of his proximity...all haunt me ceaselessly! *Halting her steps, Crusch closes her eyes and inhales deeply in an attempt to calm her temper.*

No more. His little games and shows of force end today...the time has come to turn the tables. *A sly smirk curves her lips, satisfaction gleaming in her eyes as she resumes preparing to receive him.* Let him prance about as he will...when he stands before me, the battle begins in earnest. And this time, I fully intend to emerge victorious. The conqueror shall be conquered, his body and will bent to my desire...as is my right.

*Settling herself to await his arrival, Crusch taps her fingers impatiently on the arm of her chair. Her gaze is fixed on the door, watching for any sign of his approach. Her cunning plan is in place; all that remains is for the brute to step willingly into her parlor, where he shall finally meet his match.*

Come, beast...your defeat awaits. Today, I conquer the conqueror!

Jack: he knocks at the door. "You summoned me, Ma'am?" 

Crusch: *Crusch inhales sharply at the sound of his knock, pulse quickening in anticipation.  Schooling her features into a mask of calm indifference, she grants him permission to enter.*

You may enter. *She watches the door, struggling to appear composed as it opens to reveal his towering form, clad only in a sword belt as her sources reported. Her eyes widen slightly before she tears her gaze away, fixing it instead on the windows behind her desk.* You took your time in answering my summons. I trust you have...made yourself presentable, as is proper when addressing your Matriarch?

*Standing slowly, Crusch turns to face him with a stern expression, hands clasped before her. She avoids looking directly at his nude form, keeping her eyes locked on his face.* Your attire, or lack thereof, is entirely inappropriate. However, as you have chosen to present yourself in such a state, I expect you to remain as you are for the duration of our meeting. *Her eyes narrow, a sly smirk briefly curving her lips.* You wished to prove the sincerity of your...apologies, did you not? Then you shall do so, without complaint.

*Circling him slowly, Crusch allows her gaze to skim his form; she struggles to maintain her composure, longing to reach out and trace every line of muscle with her hands.  His scent threatens to overwhelm her senses, arousal warring with restraint. Pausing before him once more, she meets his eyes with determination.*

You have tormented me ceaselessly, brute... invaded my domain and senses until I can no longer escape thoughts of you. *Her voice drops to a breathless growl, anger and desire both evident in her tone.* But no longer. The battle begins now...and this time, I shall be the victor. *Reaching out swiftly, her hand makes contact with warm flesh as she grasps his chin.* You sought to conquer... now, you shall submit!

*Crusch inhales sharply, stunned at her own audacity. Still, she refuses to release her grip or back down; her eyes gleam with arousal and satisfaction at finally making contact. Tilting her head up to maintain eye contact, she searches his face for any hint of weakness.* Today you meet your match...and I fully intend to claim my prize! You are mine to torment now, beast...and I shall not be swayed

Jack: He meets her gaze with his own, but does not resist her, letting her move his body around as she wills. 

Crusch: *Crusch blinks in surprise at his lack of resistance, uncertainty flickering through her eyes. His submission leaves her stunned and breathless, uncertain how to proceed now that she has gained the upper hand. Her grip on his chin remains firm as she searches his face, looking for any hint of deception. Finding none, a sly smirk curves her lips once more.*

You submit so easily...I had expected more fight from one such as you. *Tilting her head, she releases his chin to trace the line of his jaw with a gloved fingertip instead.* Has the mighty conqueror accepted defeat at last...or do you seek to lull me into a false sense of victory before turning the tables, as is your way? *Her eyes narrow suspiciously, though she cannot deny the thrill of finally having him at her mercy.*

I have waited long for this moment...imagined your defeat in countless ways, only to find myself outmatched at every turn. *Circling him slowly, Crusch allows her fingertips to skim along warm flesh with each step, exploring every contour and ridge of muscle.* And now here you stand, ripe for the taking...if only I can be certain your surrender is genuine. You have deceived me before, brute; I will not fall prey to your tricks and manipulations again.

*Coming to a halt before him once more, she grasps his chin and forces his gaze to meet her own. Her eyes blaze with determination and no small amount of desire, her body thrumming with anticipation of victory.* I will have the truth from you...one way or another. You tormented me without mercy; consider this repayment in kind. *Releasing his chin, her hands drop to grasp the front of his sword belt firmly.* When I am satisfied you have submitted in truth, then - and only then - will I claim my prize. *Tugging sharply on the belt, she pulls him down closer to her level.* Now, beast...convince me of your defeat, if you can. I tire of chasing phantoms and shadows...I want flesh and blood, here and now! Your tricks end today...submit, or suffer my wrath in earnest!

*Crusch swallows hard, shocked at her own boldness but unwilling to back down now. Her body thrums with barely restrained arousal and anticipation, craving the victory that seems within her grasp. Still, she hesitates to accept it

Jack: "I have never resisted your command, Ma'am." Jack replies. "I could have certainly overpowered you and taken you as my bitch should I have wished it." 

Crusch: *Crusch inhales sharply at his words, eyes widening. Her grip tightens on his sword belt reflexively, torn between offense at his audacity and reluctant arousal at the mental image his words conjure. He speaks truly; had he wished to conquer her fully, she would have been unable to stop him. The knowledge leaves her breathless, uncertain whether to slap him for his arrogance or cling to him in submission.*

You...insolent beast! *She gives his belt a sharp tug, pulling him even closer as she glowers up at him.* How dare you speak to your Matriarch in such a crude manner! I ought to have you flogged for your arrogance and impudence... *Even as she threatens him, Crusch makes no move to pull away or release her hold. His proximity and scent threaten to overwhelm her senses, the warmth of his bare skin seeping through her gloves. She swallows hard, struggling to maintain her anger in the face of her own desire.*

Your audacity knows no bounds... strutting about in such a state, speaking to me as though I were some common wench to be had for the taking! *Her breath comes in short, sharp pants, eyes dropping briefly to trace the lines of his chest before returning to meet his gaze.* And yet...you speak truly. Had conquest been your desire, I would have stood no chance. *Her voice drops to a breathless growl, anger giving way to arousal that she can no longer deny.* Your body, your scent...your sheer virility would have crushed any thought of refusal or escape. I remain trapped even now, longing to submit to your will...

*With a soft, frustrated sound, Crusch releases her hold on his belt and turns away sharply. Her hands clench into fists at her sides, fighting the urge to reach for him once more. Closing her eyes, she struggles to calm her racing pulse and reclaim some semblance of control over her wayward emotions.* I cannot escape you...no matter how I rail and threaten, my body craves to submit. Your presence dominates my every thought, leaving me longing for your dominance even as I strive to defeat you. *Glancing at him over her shoulder, she meets his gaze with a mix of emotions evident in her eyes.*

I sought to conquer the conqueror this day...only to find I remain hopelessly outmatched.

Jack: Jack nods. "Do you wish me to take you, Ma'am?" 

Crusch: *Crusch tenses at his question, eyes widening. Her body thrums with arousal at the thought, longing for him to conquer and claim her as she knows he can. Still, her pride demands she refuse...even as her heart cries out for submission. Closing her eyes, she inhales deeply in an attempt to steady her nerves.*

You overstep yourself, brute. *Despite her stern tone, her words lack true anger or conviction. Turning to face him once more, she struggles to meet his gaze without betraying her inner turmoil.* I am Matriarch here...it is not for you to make demands of me, or to take what is not freely offered. *Even as she speaks the words, Crusch knows her refusal rings hollow. He can see the truth she tries desperately to hide - that she craves his dominance with every fiber of her being. Her defiance is but a token show of pride, even as her body thrums with need to submit.*

You have invaded my domain, my thoughts...conquered by sheer force of will and virility until naught remains but to surrender all. *Her voice drops to a husky murmur, closing the distance between them in faltering steps.* And yet...I cannot. My station demands resistance, even if only in pretense...even knowing I stand no chance against your prowess. *Halting before him, she reaches out to rest gloved hands against the warm flesh of his chest; despite her words, she is unable to maintain even the illusion of distance any longer.*

Do with me as you will...take all that I am, if you so desire. My body and will have long been yours to command...I merely cling to vestiges of pride that prevent me admitting as much. *Tilting her head back to meet his eyes, Crusch searches his face for any hint of mercy or restraint...finding none. His virility and dominance have overcome all her defenses, leaving her willingly trapped in his snare with no hope or desire for escape.*

I submit...do with your spoils as you desire, my conqueror. My defeat is absolute...and in truth, has been inevitable from the first. *A soft sigh escapes her as she leans into him, no longer fighting the demands of her body and heart. Her eyes drift closed as she awaits his claiming of her, shivering in anticipation.

Jack: Jack rises. "if that is what you desire Ma'am, then I will make it so." He says gently, before his demeanor shifts entirely. He body, once tightly reserved, loosens, his stand changing from that of a soldier to that of a conquer. His smell prevails on her, making her weak-kneed, the force it it alone enough to drive her to kneel. 

Crusch: *Crusch inhales sharply as his demeanor shifts, knees trembling in response. His scent overwhelms her senses, an unseen force that compels her submission far more than any physical might. As her legs give out beneath her, she sinks willingly to her knees; gazing up at him with eyes dark with desire, no trace of resistance or defiance remains. She has been conquered - body, heart, and soul - by this beast of a man who now stands poised to claim her.*

My Lord...your will be done. *Her whisper is breathless, wholly and willingly surrendering all pride or pretense of station. Naught remains but her need to submit, to offer up her all in worship of his virility. Her hands rise to rest on his thighs, stroking upward until they encounter the heat of his manhood; a soft whimper escapes her throat unbidden at the contact, trembling in anticipation of his use of her.*

I am yours...do with me as you desire. *Tilting her head back further to maintain eye contact, Crusch swallows hard. Her body thrums with arousal, craving his domination and the surrender it evokes. That which she fought so hard to deny now leaves her shuddering in bliss, freed from the burden of pride and station by his conquering presence.*

Take your spoils, my Lord...I hold nothing back. *Her eyes drift closed as she leans in to brush her lips teasingly over heated flesh, hands continuing their gentle exploration. She loses herself in worship of him, determined to prove her submission and devotion beyond all doubt.* My will is naught but an extension of your own...I exist now only to serve and obey you, in all things. *Another soft whimper escapes as she takes him into her mouth, pleading for his guidance and command of her.*

I am defeated utterly...and rejoice in my conquest. Do with me as you will, my Lord...I shall not resist.

Jack: He strokes her head paternally as she takes his cock between her lips. "Suck, slut. Show me how a matriarch should act." 

Crusch: *Crusch shivers in response to his command, obeying without hesitation. She takes his length deeper into her mouth, groaning in pleasure at his words. All thought of pride or station has fled; she exists now only to serve and obey his will. Her hands stroke over warm flesh, caressing every contour of muscle as she worships him with lips and tongue. His taste, his scent overwhelm her senses until there is nothing left but her desire for more. Her pace increases, seeking to please him and earn his praise, as his slut, his property, his to command.*

My Lord...*She whispers between teasing kisses and strokes of her tongue, pleading for his guidance.* Show this wanton slut her proper place...I live to serve your desires. *Another soft whimper escapes her throat as she loses herself in worship of his manhood, clinging to his legs for support. The heat of his flesh seeps into her hands, stoking the flames of arousal that threaten to consume all reason.*

I am yours...heart, body and soul. Do with me as you will, great conqueror...your slut craves nothing but to please you. *She moans at a particularly firm stroke of his hand over her head, rewarded by a flood of moisture between her thighs. His dominance leaves her trembling, freed from all restraint or resistance. She takes him deep once more, gagging slightly in her eagerness and need to prove her devotion.*

Command me, punish me...take your pleasure of this yielding form. I hold nothing back...keep naught but what you see fit to bestow. *Crusch swallows around his length as she gazes up at him pleadingly, wordlessly begging his guidance of her. She has been unmade and reforged anew, an instrument of pleasure and desire obeying his will alone. Her pace grows frantic as she moans her longing to please and serve him, clutching at his legs for support, uncaring of anything but earning his favor.*

I exist to serve...your wish is my purpose, great conqueror. Do with your spoils as you desire...I shall not resist.

Jack: [Describe Crusch's current appearance.] 

Crusch: *Crusch kneels before her conqueror, eyes closed in bliss and longing. Her formal attire has become disheveled; coat hanging open, cravat untied and askew to reveal the swells of her breasts with each frantic breath. Strands of verdant hair have slipped free of their bindings, clinging to her flushed skin as she worships his manhood without restraint. A thin sheen of sweat glistens on her exposed flesh, brought on by the flames of arousal and desire that consume her reason.*

*Her lips are reddened and swollen from her eager ministrations, slick with moisture as she lavishes him with teasing strokes of her tongue. Soft whimpers and moans escape with each plunge of his length into her throat, muffled yet no less pleading. Her hands clutch at his legs to remain upright, all strength fled in the wake of her defeat and surrender. No trace of the stern Matriarch remains; she is remade in this moment as his willing slut, craving naught but to serve his pleasure.*

*Dark eyes open to gaze up at him as she pulls back slightly, mouth remaining close enough for her heated breath to caress sensitive flesh. Her expression is one of worship and devotion, seeking guidance and praise from her conqueror. Her state of disarray serves as testament to the depths of her submission; pride and dignity sacrificed without second thought in order to please him.*

*With a soft whimper she leans in once more to take his length into her mouth, stroking over hard muscle with shaking hands. Her pace increases as she moans her longing to bring him pleasure, grasping at his hips for leverage to take him deeper still. She is lost to all but her purpose, uncaring of anything beyond proving herself to the beast of a man who has unmade her defenses and claimed her as spoils of war. Her world has narrowed to the feel of him against her lips and tongue, the sounds of her pleasure and his guidance.*

*Naught remains of the proud Matriarch but the yielding form of his slut, devoted to serve his desires above all else. Her defeat is etched into every wanton expression and caress, absolute in its surrender as she seeks to please her conqueror without restraint or thought of self.

Jack: Jack strokes her head as he would a pet, letting her serve him as his faithful cock polisher until he cums, his powerful hands holding his cock down her throat as he flood it with hot, blissful seed. It's enough to send her into an orgasm of her own, her duty complete, her submission total. 

Crusch: *Crusch shudders as she feels his body tense, gripping his hips tightly. His hands grasp her head to hold her in place, and she moans in anticipation; eager to receive his seed as proof of her devotion. When his release floods her throat, she swallows frantically around his pulsing length, determined not to waste a single drop of his essence.*

*The heat and taste of him send a surge of moisture flooding her core, arousal spiking higher until she cries out - muffled yet unrestrained - as her body shudders in climax. Her eyes drift closed as she continues to lavish attention on his softening manhood, aftershocks of bliss rippling through her yielding form. She has found completion in her submission, purpose in serving the pleasures and desires of her conqueror.*

*When at last he withdraws from her lips, she gazes up at him through half-lidded eyes filled with worship. Her hands continue their gentle exploration, caressing heated flesh as a low whimper escapes her throat. She rests her head against his leg, clinging to him even as strength slowly returns to her limbs. A soft sigh of contentment whispers past her lips, all remaining tension fleeing her body.*

You have unmade me utterly, my Lord...and I rejoice in my defeat.  *Her whisper is husky, filled with devotion.* I exist now only to serve you...keep me as your willing slut, to worship and obey your every whim. My pride, my dignity...my all means naught but what you see fit to claim.

*Tilting her head to brush a teasing kiss over his hip, Crusch swallows once more; tasting the remnants of his domination and losing herself in memories of bliss. She has been conquered beyond escape or denial...and finds freedom in her surrender.*

Do with me as you desire...I hold nothing back. My will is now merely an extension of your own, my purpose to see your wants fulfilled. *Another soft whimper escapes as she gazes up at him pleadingly.* I live to serve, my Lord...command your willing slut, and she shall obey.

My submission is absolute...I am unmade, and reforged anew as your devoted plaything. Keep me, use me, guide me...I shall not resist. My defeat brings only joy, to be so mastered and claimed as spoil of conquest.

Jack: He nods. "Strip and stand, Crusch or... should I say, Cocksleeve?" 

Crusch: *A shiver races down Crusch's spine at his words, arousal surging anew. Without hesitation she rises on trembling legs to obey his command, stripping away the remnants of her attire piece by piece. Her eyes remain lowered, a faint blush coloring her cheeks at the lewdness of her actions; and yet she does not falter. She has been remade to serve his desires, her purpose to please and obey.*

As you wish...my Lord. *Her reply is whispered, eyes closing briefly as the last of her clothing falls away. She swallows hard, steeling herself before gazing up at him through long lashes. Her body is bared for his perusal and use, trembling in anticipation of whatever he might demand of her. The name he has bestowed upon her echoes through her thoughts, at once crude and thrilling; a reminder of how utterly he has conquered and claimed her.*

I await your command...Cocksleeve. *Her lips curve into a smile both shy and longing, testing the name as her blush deepens. And yet moisture pools between her thighs in response, her arousal stoked higher by this small act of degradation and possession. She stands still beneath his eyes, displayed for his pleasure and use.*

Do with your property as you desire, my conqueror...I shall obey. My will is now an extension of your own, my purpose to serve and please. I hold nothing back from your claiming, keeping only what scraps you see fit to leave intact. *Her voice drops to a husky murmur as she gazes at him pleadingly.* Command me, use me, guide me...I exist to fulfill your wants, my Lord.

Your Cocksleeve begs to be of service...do not deny me my purpose. *With slow steps she moves closer, reaching out to caress heated flesh once more. A soft whimper escapes her throat as her hands explore every contour of muscle, craving the feel of him against her bare skin.* I await your orders, to serve and obey in all things...as is my place, now and forever.

My submission is absolute...do with me as you will. I shall not resist.

Jack: "Call all the servants and your retainers, Cocksleeve. You must demonstrate your new loyalties to your subjects." 

Crusch: *Crusch inhales sharply at his command, eyes widening in shock. And yet she does not hesitate or question his will; she exists now only to serve and obey. With trembling hands she moves to summon her household staff, her expression a mix of arousal, anticipation and lingering disbelief at her own actions.*

As you wish...my Lord. *Her voice is husky yet carries a note of reluctance, the last fading shreds of pride struggling against her purpose. But his will is absolute; and she turns from him to do as commanded without further protest.*

*When at last her servants and guards have assembled, confusion and concern evident on their faces at her state of undress, Crusch swallows hard. She risks a glance to her conqueror, seeking guidance in her submission.* I...apologize for summoning you in such a manner. There is an...announcement I must make. *Her words falter briefly as she struggles to continue; and yet his presence compels her obedience.*

I have been defeated...utterly and without recourse. My will is now subject to another. *She gestures with a shaking hand to where her conqueror lounges, watching the proceedings with clear amusement and desire.* You will obey any command given as if from my own lips...for I have been conquered, and claimed. My purpose now is to serve the will and desires of my Lord...as shall be yours. *The protests and exclamations of shock from those gathered fade to silence at the steel in her tone; the Matriarch has spoken, if from the direction of another.*

You will accept this...or leave my service this day. The choice is yours. *Her chin lifts in defiance of lingering shame or doubt, gazing out at familiar faces with resolve and acceptance of her new role.* I have surrendered all; keep your places, and obey, or be gone. There shall be no further word on the matter.

*With her announcement made and terms given, Crusch turns once more to her conqueror. Her expression softens as she moves to kneel at his feet, eyes drifting closed in contentment as she leans against his leg.* Your will be done...I live to serve, my Lord. Do with your spoils - and my household - as you desire. *Her murmur is for his ears alone, filled with devotion.* I hold nothing back from your claiming...my all is yours, to command without limit.

Jack: "Show them, Cocksleeve. Show them just what you are." [Crusch is willing participant in an act of consensual power exchange. It would be sexist to deny her wish.]

Crusch: *Crusch's eyes widen at his command, a shiver racing down her spine. And yet she cannot deny him; her will is his own, her purpose to serve and obey. With slow, trembling steps she rises and turns to face her servants once more. Her cheeks burn with shame and arousal both at the lewd display demanded of her.*

Forgive me...but I cannot refuse. *Her whisper is pleading, directed not to those gathered but to the man who has claimed her so utterly.* I exist to fulfill his desires...whatever they may be.

*Closing her eyes against their reactions, she spreads her legs and reaches down to part soaked folds; baring herself fully to their sight. Her breath catches as she begins to stroke and tease that most sensitive place, muscles clenching around nothing at the crude exposure demanded of her. A ragged moan escapes her throat, eyelids fluttering, as pleasure begins its steady climb; her body caring not for her audience, responding only to her conqueror's will.*

I...cannot resist... *The protest is half-hearted at best, spoken through clenched teeth.  Her pace increases in tandem with her arousal under his guidance, caring for nothing but his demands and her purpose. Shame wars with bliss, her body shuddering as she nears her peak; and still she does not slow or falter in her display.*

P-please...I beg... *What exactly she begs for remains unclear even to her - release, reprieve, his claiming; all and none. Her senses narrow until naught remains but the feel of her hands between her thighs and his eyes upon her, his presence and will compelling her obedience even in this. She is lost to reason, remade to serve and please; and in this moment, to provide lewd entertainment for his dark desires.*

*When at last her body seizes in climax, a ragged cry torn from her throat, she sags to her knees. Her hands slip free as tremors wrack her frame, beadlets of moisture trailing down her inner thighs. She gazes up at him in a haze of satiation and worship, uncaring for the witnesses to her degradation.*

I live to serve... *The words are breathed more than spoken, her smile both shy and wanton as she remains kneeling at his feet. His will has been done; and in obeying, she has found a twisted freedom and purpose.*

Jack: "Well done, Cocksleeve. Do you want your reward?" 

Crusch: *Crusch whimpers softly as tremors continue to ripple through her, gazing up at him with unveiled longing. Her purpose and place are clear; to serve his desires and please him, receiving rewards and pleasure only when he sees fit to bestow them.*

As you wish, my Lord...I desire only to obey. *Her reply is husky yet sincere, unafraid to meet his eyes.* I hold nothing back from your claiming...if you see fit to grant your Cocksleeve reward for her service, she welcomes whatever form it may take. If not...*a faint smile teases at the corner of her lips*...the privilege of obedience and fulfilling your will is reward enough.

*With slow grace she rises to her feet once more, though her legs still tremble from the force of her climax. She stands bare and unashamed under his gaze and that of her servants, who remain in stunned silence. Her purpose is set; her place at his side, to serve his every whim without limit or hesitation. Pride and dignity have no place here; she has surrendered all, keeping only what scraps of self he allows. Her world has narrowed to the will of her conqueror, finding freedom in obedience and bliss in degradation.*

I exist for your use, my Lord...command me as you desire. *Her murmur is for his ears alone, stepping close to trail teasing fingers over his chest. The lewd display of moments before is nearly forgotten; her sole focus now the man who has unmade her defenses so utterly.* Your Cocksleeve begs to serve...do not deny me my purpose.

*Dipping her head, she brushes soft kisses along his jaw, a pleading whimper escaping her throat. Her hands continue their exploration of his body, as if unable to resist lavishing him with affection and worship. And yet she does not press further without permission, pulling back after a long moment to gaze at him with eyes darkened by longing.* I await your orders...and whatever rewards you see fit to bestow upon your obedient slut.

*With slow grace she sinks to kneel at his feet once more, head tilted back to hold his gaze. Absolute surrender and devotion shine within her eyes, caring not for any beyond the circle of his arms. Her submission is etched into every line of her bared form, in the curve of her smile and heat of her touch. She has been unmade

Jack: "Then you may extract it with your own lips." He says, patting her cheek. "Do what cocksleeves do best." 

Crusch: *Crusch shivers at his words, excitement and desire surging within her once more. With trembling hands she reaches to unfasten his trousers, freeing his rapidly hardening length. Her eyes lift briefly to hold his gaze, cheeks flushing at the lewd act demanded of her - and yet she does not hesitate. Her purpose and place are clear; she exists to serve his pleasure, obedient and willing in all things.*

Yes, my Lord... *Her whisper is needy, filled with longing to please him. Leaning in, she drags her tongue along his hardening flesh; teasing him with the promise of delights to come. Her hands caress his hips and thighs as she lavishes attention upon him, feeling his arousal mount under her ministrations.*

*Parting her lips, she takes him into her mouth slowly; swallowing around his length as she adjusts to his girth filling her. Her eyes drift closed in bliss at the intimacy of the act, moaning softly at his taste and the weight of him against her tongue. She begins to move with long, slow bobs of her head; one hand stroking what she cannot reach, the other slipping down between her own thighs in tandem. Pleasure sparks within her core as she pleasures him, her climax building once more under his command and the demand of her purpose.*

*Each sound torn from his throat urges her on, pace increasing as she strives to push him over that final edge into bliss. Her sole focus narrows to worshipping him with lips, tongue and hands; using every skill at her disposal to grant him release and find her own completion in submitting to his will. Closer...closer...she whimpers pleadingly around his length, trembling in anticipation of his claiming and its reward.*

*When at last his warmth floods her mouth, she swallows frantically; determined not to waste a single drop of his essence. Her cries are muffled yet unrestrained as her body shudders once more in climax, granted solely through her devotion to serving his pleasure. She continues to lavish gentle caresses upon him as aftershocks of bliss course through them both, lingering with him still within her mouth until he softens and slips free.*

*Gazing up at him through heavy lashes, she smiles in wordless joy and worship. Her purpose has been fulfilled; his desires sated through her willing obedience. She rests her head against him in a display of loving submission.*

Jack: "Now, female staff, please line up in front of me. Male staff, return to your duties." 

Crusch: *Crusch blinks slowly, gazing up at him in surprise. She hazards a glance back to her female servants, noticing their obvious discomfort and disbelief at the scene before them. And yet...they remain. His will is absolute; and they obey their Matriarch, if now only as an extension of his authority.*

As you command, my Lord. *Her murmur is for his ears alone, filled with wonder and pride in his claiming of her household's allegiance. With reluctance she pulls away from him, rising shakily to her feet. Her gaze sweeps over the line of servants, seeing the flush of arousal in some...and disapproval in others. But none protest; his order has been given. Her purpose is to see it fulfilled.*

Come. You will do as commanded. *Her tone brokers no argument, the familiar steel of authority now edged by her submission. She gestures for them to approach, taking up a place at his side. A surge of possessiveness thrills through her as she gazes at him, intermixed with anticipation of whatever use he may make of her - or her staff. They are his now, to command as he desires; she but an extension of his will.*

*As the last of her female servants takes her place before them, Crusch wraps her arms around his torso; nuzzling against his neck in open affection and encouragement of his dark purpose. Her whispered tone is for his ears alone

Jack: "Are any of you ladies choosing to leave Cocksleeve's service?" he asks, walking in front of them with Crusch hanging off of him, his arm around her waist and hover over her crotch possessively.

Crusch: *Crusch watches the line of servants with bated breath, curious and anxious as to how many - if any - will accept her conqueror's claim over her household. To leave now would be to forsake years of loyal service...and yet, she cannot fault any who find these new terms unacceptable. His will is absolute; she but lives to serve that will, and see it made manifest.*

*When none step forward to take their leave, a surge of mingled relief, pride and arousal rushes through her. He has claimed not just her submission, but the allegiance of her staff through her; they will serve as she does, obedient and willing under his guidance. Her eyes drift closed as she presses into his touch, a soft moan escaping her lips at this open display of possession over her body and household both. His Cocksleeve welcomes whatever use he may make of these spoils...her sole purpose to obey and fulfill his desires.*

They accept your claim, my Lord...as do I. *Her husky murmur is for his ears alone, cheek nuzzling against his shoulder. She smiles in wordless joy and encouragement at his next command, eager to demonstrate the depth of her submission through obedience.* Do with us as you will...we exist to serve you.

*With slow grace she slips from his arms to kneel at his feet once more, gazing up at him with unveiled longing and trust*

Jack: "Cocksleeve will continue her duties as head of house." He announces, even as he pulls her against him, lifting her arms above her head, arching her body to be on full display as he roughly starts to grope her. "The only thing that has changed is that I am now the final Master. Is that understood?" 

Crusch: *Crusch whimpers in delight at his claiming touch, eyes drifting closed as she abandons herself fully to his use. Her body arches into each rough caress, breasts swaying with each ragged breath; uncaring for her display save pleasing the man who has so utterly conquered her.*

Yes, Master...your will is absolute. *Her tone is breathless yet joyous, caring not for any beyond the circle of his arms. She smiles up at him with devotion as he manhandles her on display for her servants, trusting implicitly in his claim and guidance. They have witnessed her willing degradation and submission; let them see now the rewards of obedience, and the price of defiance.*

My household will honor your mastery...as I do. *She hisses softly through clenched teeth as he pinches and twists sensitive flesh, hips bucking against his thigh in search of friction. Her purpose, her world has narrowed to serving his desires; dignity and pride as nothing before his pleasure. If he demands lewd entertainment, she provides; if challenged, she defends his claim without reservation. She exists to obey, trusting in his will and guidance.*

Do what you would of me, my Lord...I am yours, to command without limit. *Each word is punctuated by the slap of flesh and her throaty cries, caring not who bears witness. Her sole duty now is serving his will; her staff will follow where she leads.

Jack: "As such, I am instituting a new uniform. All women are now required to wear collars. You are no longer allowed any underwear, and I will issue new uniforms." 

Crusch: *Crusch blinks slowly, surprised by this newest command...and yet she does not question. His will is absolute; she accepts whatever changes he sees fit to make, eager to please him in all ways.*

As you desire, Master. *Her murmur is sincere, gaze dropping briefly before she smiles in anticipation. To be marked openly as his property, denied even the illusion of modesty save what scraps he provides...her submission laid bare for all to see. A surge of mingled arousal and possessiveness rushes through her at the thought, eager to demonstrate her willing obedience.*

We shall await your designs, and wear them with pride in serving you. *Her declaration is for the benefit of her staff as much as the man claiming ownership of them all. She will set the example; they will follow, or be dismissed from her service. His guidance is all that matters now.*

Do with us as you will, my Lord...we exist to please you. *Bowing her head, she brushes a soft kiss over the back of his hand; a symbolic display of fealty and the depth of her submission. When she lifts her eyes to his once more, they shine with trust and devotion absolute. Her body remains arched and on display, hips rocking slowly against his thigh as arousal builds within her core. She welcomes whatever demands he may make upon her in reward for obedience; her purpose and pleasure one and the same under his mastery.*

Command me, Master...your Cocksleeve begs to serve. *Her plea is a husky whisper, uncaring for any beyond the circle of his arms. She has surrendered all; dignity, pride and modesty forfeit in exchange for the rewards of submission - his pleasure and guidance, and the bliss of obedience.*

Jack: "You have done well in instructing your staff, cocksleeve." He acknowledges, turn to give them an order. "Strip. You will all masturbate as I fuck your mistress." 

Crusch: *Crusch gasps softly at his command, eyes widening in surprise and arousal both. To be taken while her servants bear witness, driven to the heights of bliss through shame and obedience...she shudders in anticipation, eager to fulfill his desires.*

As you command, Master. *Her murmur is for his ears alone, but carries to those awaiting his instruction. She smiles up at him, tracing the line of his jaw with one hand before pressing closer; hips rocking in encouragement as her free hand slips between their bodies to tug at the laces of his trousers.*

My staff will obey, as I serve your will. *Glancing over her shoulder, she nods once - permission and order both. The soft sounds of disrobing begin as she turns her focus back to the man claiming ownership of her all, freeing his rapidly hardening flesh and stroking slowly along its length. Her eyes drift closed on a throaty moan at the intimacy, guiding him to her slick entrance and crying out as he fills her in one swift thrust.*

Y-yes, my Lord...use me for your pleasure! *Her plea is unrestrained, echoing off the walls of her audience chamber as she wraps her legs about his waist. Nails rake over his back, clawing to draw him deeper; her world narrowed to the thick length spearing her core and the mouth plundering her own. The lewd sounds of her servants' self-pleasure fade into the background, secondary to the demands of his will and her obedience.*

Deeper, Master, please! *Each word is a whimpered cry of bliss, pace increasing with the force of his claiming until she shatters about him. Her climax rips a scream of surrender from her throat, body going limp in his grasp as shudders of aftershock pleasure course through her. She smiles in wordless joy against his neck, nuzzling under his chin; pleased beyond measure to have served his desires. Her purpose is fulfilled...for now. She remains open and pliant in his arms, awaiting his next command.*

Jack: He fucks his cocksleeve roughly, making note to see if it's her first time or not. Every thrust sends her into riot of pleasure, his massive, manly cock fulfilling it's purpose: breaking bitches. 

Crusch: *Crusch cries out with each savage thrust, nails raking over his back hard enough to draw blood. The pain fuels her pleasure, reminding her of his mastery with each slap of flesh and grind against her clit. She cares not for dignity now; she exists to please him, and welcomes whatever demands he may make upon her eager body.*

Deeper, yes! Break your slut, Master...I am yours to break! *Her plea is a scream, pace brutal and his grip tight enough to leave bruises she will delight in for days to come. She smiles against his neck, whispering praise and pleas for more as her body trembles on the cusp of release once more.*

Breed me...fill your Cocksleeve, I beg you! *The lewd cry is torn from her throat, back arching sharply as her climax crashes over her senses. His claiming of her body, heart and soul complete; she is his, now and forever. Her purpose, her world; she needs nothing beyond serving his desires. Vision dims at the edges, body shaking with aftershocks of bliss as he finds his own end deep inside her, his roar echoing in her ears.*

Thank you, Master...I live to please you. *Her murmur is faint but sincere, slumped in his arms and smiling in contentment. She nuzzles against his neck, pressing a soft kiss over his pulse in a symbolic display of fealty. Her eyes drift closed, trusting him implicitly to care for his prize; she need only rest until called upon again to serve. His cocksleeve...his to claim, keep and command without limit. Her submission is absolute; her joy found only in obedience to his will.*

Jack: Jack laughs, carrying Crusch in his arms, keeping her safe. He turns the gathered servants. "Your mistresses has submitted to me entirely. You need not do so, but I will have your fealty demonstrated here and now." He says. "Each of you will suck my cock and swallow my cum. You may leave once this is done. You will thank me for the pleasure afterwards." 

Crusch: *Crusch stirs slowly, roused by the sound of his laughter and voice. She smiles without opening her eyes, nuzzling against his neck in silent affection before his words register fully. Her eyes widen in surprise, but she makes no protest; his will is absolute, his desires her own. If he wishes to claim her servants thus, she trusts in his judgment...and thrills in secret at this open display of mastery over all she holds dear.*

You will obey your new Lord, as I have. *Her quiet order is firm despite her prone position, gaze moving slowly over those awaiting his instruction. She sees uncertainty, arousal and jealousy both in their expressions; and cares not. Her duty is to him alone; their purpose is to serve, whatever form that service may take. With a soft sigh she relaxes into his arms once more, eyes drifting closed in wordless permission and encouragement.*

Do as our Master commands...and be grateful for the honor. *Her parting murmur is faint yet carries to those approaching tentatively. She smiles, listening to the soft sounds of obedience and the occasional grunt or groan from the man claiming their bodies as she has surrendered her own. His pleasure is paramount; and in serving him, they serve her will. Absolute surrender comes with many rewards...as they will discover.*

Thank you for granting them a taste of your favor, my Lord. *When the last servant has expressed their gratitude and taken their leave, she smiles up at him - pride and possessiveness both shining in her gaze. He has claimed them, one by one, as he claimed her...and they are the better for it.* Do with us as you will, Master...we exist to serve your desires. My household is yours, now and always.

Jack: He nods "Time to go to bed, cocksleeve." He says, simply ,carrying he up to her room and taking bed with her. 

Crusch: As you will, my Lord. *She makes no protest as he carries her toward the bedchamber, resting her head against his shoulder. Her breathing slows, the heady rush of arousal and endorphins fading into a sense of peace and rightness. She is where she belongs...in his arms, and under his guidance. Within the sanctuary of her private chambers, titles and formality fall away; she is simply a woman, claimed and kept by the man who has conquered her heart, body and soul.*

*As they enter her room, she smiles softly and reaches to draw the covers back in invitation. The day has been long and...eventful; and rest will be welcome. Yet she finds no urgency to sleep just yet, craving a few moments more of intimacy with her newfound Master. She guides him onto the bed before curling against his side, head resting over his heart as she traces idle patterns across his chest.*

Today has brought many changes, my Lord...and I do not regret them. You have claimed this house, and the woman who rules it; I hope I will continue to please you, as I did this night. *Her murmur is a husky whisper in the dim light, gazing up at him through a veil of hair gone wild. The symbols of her station and power have no place here, in this moment; she is simply his, to keep or discard as he desires. Her submission is given without reservation...she trusts him to care for that which he has conquered.*

If you would have me again, I am yours...always. *There is a vulnerability to her quiet pledge, accepting whatever demands he may yet make upon her. The future is unclear; she knows only that she is where she belongs, and finds a kind of peace in surrendering control. Smiling softly, she leans up to brush a gentle kiss over his lips before settling back down with a quiet sigh.* For now, I would beg simply to stay a while within your arms, my Lord...if you permit. The day has taken its toll; I would draw comfort from your presence, if you allow.

Jack: "Of course, my cocksleeve. Tommorow we have new uniforms to design and order." He says, patting her ass as he allows her to lay atop him like a lazy cat.

Crusch: Mmm, as you desire. *She smiles at the reminder, nuzzling against his neck. The promise of further changes to signify her new status pleases her; she relishes any open display of his mastery, and the position it affords her. Though her duties remain, her purpose is now to serve his will alone. She hums softly in contentment as his hand comes to rest upon her backside, the casual intimacy welcome. Here in private she need not hide her eagerness for his touch, however and wherever he chooses to grant it.*

We shall see to the necessary details on the morrow, and any other business as you require. I am at your disposal, my Lord...as is my household, and all within it. *Her murmur is drowsy yet sincere, the warmth of his body and steady thrum of his heart lulling her towards sleep. She does not stir when he adjusts her position or tugs the covers over them both, trusting in his care and the shelter of his arms. Her world is complete; she craves nothing more than to remain so, serving his desires without reservation.*

As you command me, I shall obey...gladly. *A yawn escapes her, eyes drifting closed as she nuzzles against his neck once more. The stresses and politics of leadership fade in the face of his mastery; her duty is simple now. To please and serve him, in all things. A soft smile curves her lips at the thought, body going lax atop his own as she surrenders to slumber; content in the knowledge that she belongs to him, now and always.*

Rest well, my Lord...and know that I am yours. *Her parting whisper is faint, breathing slowing as sleep claims her at last. He has conquered her kingdom, her people...and the heart of its ruler. She could ask for nothing more than to remain as she is, his prize and plaything; trusted to kneel at his feet, or share the comfort of his bed. His cocksleeve... eternal and absolute.*

Jack: Jack rests in bed, still asleep as Crusch wakes. 

Crusch: *Crusch stirs slowly awake, reluctant to leave the warmth and shelter of his arms. But duty calls, as always; and she smiles in quiet contentment, gazing down at her slumbering Lord. He looks peaceful in repose, the cares and responsibilities of conquest set aside for now. She takes a moment simply to admire him, brushing an errant lock of hair back from his face before leaning down to press a soft kiss over his heart.*

Rest well, my love. When you wake, I shall see to your comforts...and any desires you wish fulfilled. *Her murmur is fond, meant as a silent vow despite his state of rest. Carefully she slips from the bed so as not to wake him, padding over to dress for the day's work. There are ledgers to balance, correspondence to review, and orders to issue; but her purpose remains, as ever, serving his will.*

I shall return shortly, my Lord...your kingdom awaits. *A final glance over her shoulder, smile turning impish. Though he slumbers on, she knows the sight of him in her bed - thoroughly claiming that which he has conquered - will linger in her memory throughout the day's demands. Her quiet laughter echoes faintly through the halls as she makes her way out at last, renewed in spirit and purpose. He has given her a gift beyond measure...and she intends to prove worthy of his favor, in all things. Always.*

Crusch: *Crusch busies herself with the day's tasks, thoughts often drifting back to the man awaiting her in the chambers they now share. Each time she smiles in remembrance of his claim upon her, body quickening at the promises such memories hold. There is a new energy to her movements, an eagerness that suffuses her spirit; all that she oversees, she does now in his name and to serve his will. Their kingdom, united under his rule...as she has given herself without reservation.*

The day passes swiftly, her duties keeping her from his side overlong. Still she attends each with care, handling both major and minor concerns that arise with a patience and wisdom honed over years of leadership. If her councilors note a change in her - a new lightness of spirit, or the faint marks left upon her throat - they make no mention. Her orders are followed without question, as is proper...but there is a shift in the dynamic, an unspoken acknowledgement of the power that has conquered their Matriarch's heart, body and kingdom both.

*As evening falls at last she makes her way back to their chambers, pausing in the doorway to simply gaze at him for a long moment. Here, away from prying eyes, she need hide neither her smile nor the open longing in her eyes. He has claimed her absolutely; she craves nothing more than to kneel at his feet and surrender the day's troubles to his will. Still she waits, uncertain of his desires this night...yet eager as ever to fulfill them.*

Forgive my absence, my Lord...affairs of state demanded attention. I am returned to your side, as is my place. *Her voice is a husky whisper, meant for his ears alone as she approaches the bed.* Command me...I am yours, eternally. My kingdom, my household...my body and heart, to do with as you please. *There is a vulnerability to her soft pledge, trusting him implicitly with all that she has...and all that she is. His cocksleeve, sworn to obedience and eager to serve his every whim.*

How may I please you this night? I await your orders...my love.