Disciplining the Bad Girl

Ying Yue's face warped in pain as I pulled on her hair. Tears kept streaming down her flushed face.

I can't determine anymore if it was due to the aphrodisiac or because of humiliation, but either way, she couldn't resist.

I crossed her forearms above her head and wrapped her hair around it to fix it in place. Then, I nabbed a handful of her clothes and tore them. Using the part I tore, I wrapped the junction of her arms, ensuring that it wouldn't get undone.

I leaned back, admiring my handiwork.

With her arms crossed right behind her long horns, she can't move them forward. Her pristine body, covered in blue scales in several areas, was shiny with sweat. Despite getting the rough treatment, her eyes flickered, as if begging for me.

"That won't do, won't it..."

I said as I grabbed her chin, pulling it up. A sadistic smile crept up my face.

"Shouldn't you use this loud mouth of yours when begging?"