Poppy Likes it Rough

I took moments as she continued to contemplate what to call me as I firmed my mind to play with this young woman roughly. Then I realized that the best way of doing this, as she loudly hummed in thought, was to think of her not as a person but as a computer program. Nothing that I did to her would be doing anything to a real person.

It felt wrong to be thinking of things like that with her, but it was the easiest way for me. I slightly shook my head and decided against starting to think that way about the NPCs. I didn't want to even begin thinking that way with Iona, Gloom, Fidel. Hell, Mistress and Megan, along with all the other NPCs, didn't feel like computer programs.

It was insane how powerful this world was, and I remembered Victoria telling me that they were constrained by technology that wasn't out yet.

My mind was boggled at that before I Poppy spoke up. "I know!" Poppy exclaimed excitedly, "I will call you Master! It isn't perfect, But it is better than thinking too hard about it. I get angry if I think about it too long, and I heard from Tracy that I shouldn't get angry. It makes me ugly, she says, and I don't want to be ugly!" Poppy said, her innocent smile blossomed innocently.

It was cute, but then I thought about what she had just said. That was mean to say about someone getting angry and her turning ugly with too much thought. It sounded like I didn't want to make her angry and overthink if that was true.

I stopped myself and shook my head. I looked down at the innocent-looking young woman looking up to me with a smile. "Is everything okay, Master?" Poppy asked.

"Yes," I replied, looking at her, and I started to think about what I wanted to do with her. "How roughly do you like to be treated?" I asked her.

"I like lots of ways! I love pain with pleasure. I want to feel good in the end, so I like the pain that goes with it!" Poppy told me her bright smile made me feel weird. I decided that I was just going to be rough with her, and if she told me to stop, I would. Still, I wasn't quite sure when Poppy looked happy and continued, "Although, I do like when Mistress is mean to me with her feet!"

I stopped, which gave me something to work with, and I started to think about what to do. I grinned, and I tried to adopt a look that I had seen on Gloom's face. That small smile was partially a smirk that made it look like I had something evil on my mind. The look that Poppy replied with was an even brighter smile. I reached out and grabbed her by the dress, and I pulled down. Her small breasts came out into the open. Small little red nipples came into my vision, and Poppy started to blush with a look of excitement.

Being on the other side of this was different as I looked at those two breasts, and I slapped them. "Stand up," I ordered as that small breast rippled from my slap.

"Yes, Master!" Poppy cried out, the excitement already building up on her face. She stood up, her body slightly jumping as she did so, giving her breasts a small bounce as she finally fell in place, staying still.

"Why are you standing still?" I asked her trying to make my tone condescending, "Strip!" I ordered loudly, this time smacking her face for no reason.

"Yes, Master!" Poppy cried out again with that innocent smile that made me feel like an ass. Something about that innocence in that look made me feel bad even though she liked it.

Poppy untied her apron along with her skirt, and it fell to the floor. Leaving her with a torn shirt, and she took off the sleeves as quickly as possible. The lace on her legs was all that was left on her body except for some small shoes on her feet. She lifted her leg, brought her foot back, and took off one shoe before moving to do the other, and I watched, still thinking as I looked at her.

Although it somehow felt wrong, I looked her over and saw her tight pussy was still hidden by her pussy lips. The wetness was already starting to show her want, along with the harder nipples on top. I firmed my will, though, instead of backing off, and I looked at her. I stepped closer to her, and I knew that Popper looked more excited as I tried to make myself look more menacing.

I reached up, and I slapped her pussy, and Poppy yipped, "Master!" Poppy yelped out with a happy tone.

I reached up and grabbed her by the neck, and I slapped her pussy again, feeling the juices gathering on her pussy's lips. I could feel her want directly, and it gave me the boost I needed for my other hand to cut off her airways. "Well, Little Poppy, You need a lesson," I told her; my voice was projecting strength.

"Master, Poppy been bad. Poppy needs a big lesson. Please punish Poppy!" Poppy replied.

I started to smirk, and I was about to try and lift her when I realized that as I looked at her, there was more muscle in those arms than I first noticed. I pushed her instead, and she fell on the bed. I then grabbed her ankles, and Poppy yelped again as I pulled her down off the bed. Her head tilted forward, and her back hit the floor first.

Poppy yelped again, "Master?" She cried out, and I continued to hold her ankles. I kicked off the shoe that I was wearing before I placed my foot against her pussy.

"Shut up," I ordered. I then started to rub Poppy's pussy, diving my toes between her pussy lips.

"Master!" Poppy cried out as her pussy twitched around my toes. I made sure to penetrate her a little with my large toe, and I felt my cock harden as I started to get into things. "Master, It feels weird!" Poppy delightfully cried out.

I started to press as hard as I could, smashing my foot into her pussy as I rubbed it up and down. "Master, Master!" Poppy's delighted cries sounded out. I heard no pain as I moved my foot harshly up and down her pussy, pressing my weight into it. "MASTER!" Poppy cried out without a hint of pain from her tone as suddenly she gushed out fresh liquids all over my foot.

"DID I SAY YOU COULD CUM?!" I yelled at her. I did something I never expected of myself at that moment. Something I didn't think I was capable of, and I started to lift my foot and stomped on her pussy. Her cries sounded out again.

"SORRY, MASTER!" Poppy cried out without a hint of pain still as I stomped on her pussy over and over again.

"I don't see a repentant Poppy!" I yelled back at her as I brought my foot up and down again and again. Her cries continued to sound in the room as I used her ankle as handles to stomp down on her pussy over and over again.

"SORRY, SORRY, SORRY< POPPY SORRY!! POPPY CUMMING!" Poppy screamed as her pussy erupted, and I let go of her ankles. My cock hard lifting the front of my skirt.

I felt weird as I got down on my knees and brought my cock down to her pussy. I felt so weird as I crouched down. Poppy looked down at me with excitement, looking at me getting ready to penetrate her. "Master, Please, Fuck me! Slap me! Hurt me as you Fuck me!" Poppy cried out.

I thrust my cock into her, making her scream, and I realized that her pussy was drenched. It was amazing as I pushed in deep, taking her pussy hard. I started to thrust in mindlessly fucking her as hard as I could. I started to slap her breasts and her face as I thrust into her. I leaned over her and looked down at her as she screamed with every thrust. Poppy's screams were filled with delight as I continued ravishing her as hard as possible.

I continued until I loudly moaned as I slapped her in the face without thought as I released my own load as Poppy's pussy spasmed all over me, spraying fluids along with a distinct urine smell. I released rope after rope into her, meshing with the sound of an alarm in my head notifying me that it was time to log off.

Poppy moaned under me as I came down from the orgasm, slowly pulling out of her. "Thank you, Master," Poppy said and looked up at me. "Can you go harder next time, Master?" Poppy asked.

"Harder?" I asked with my mind still coming down from its peak.

"Yeah," Poppy said with a blush. "Mistress can go much harder. I enjoy it really rough. I liked the feeling you gave Poppy, though."

I shook my head as I stood up, my legs trembling a bit. "I will try harder next time Poppy, For now, I will be going to bed," I told her, feeling weird all over.

"Have a good sleep, Master. Poppy will join you after I clean up. Poppy will sponge bath my fluids off you too!" Poppy told me with that innocent smile that made me feel weird.

I didn't care about the fluids that she left on me at this point. I had logged off in worse condition, and I nodded. "You do that, Poppy," I replied, exhausted and feeling weird and slightly confused.

I got on the soft bed, and I initiated the logging off.

"Good night Master!" I heard Poppy's voice as I logged off.