Dea Nemesi Goddess Torments Her Submissive in a Nasty Wrestling Match
Dea Nemesi, the all-powerful goddess of vengeance, was furious with her pathetic human slave. He couldn't even clean her beloved training mats after she'd worked up a sweat on them. She stomped across the gym, her sharply tailored gym outfit clinging to her flawless figure, her high heels click-clacking against the polished concrete floor. The Italian goddess found her slave cowering in the corner, trembling before her. She had no intention of showing him any mercy today.
She towered over him, her scornful eyes trailing over his naked form. He was a pathetic sight, his skinny frame squirming with fear at the sight of her. Dea Nemesi let out a sinister chuckle and snapped her fingers, summoning a pair of shiny, silver scissors. The slave trembled even more at the sight of them. He knew what they meant - more pain, more humiliation.
With a cruel smile, Dea Nemesi grabbed him by the hair and yanked his head back, exposing his vulnerable neck. "You filthy piece of shit," she spat. "You think you can just disappoint me like this and get away with it?" She sneered, baring her teeth in a predatory grin. The human whimpered in response, trembling violently under her grip.
She pulled him roughly onto the training mat, pinning him down and pressing her sweaty socks into his face. "Smell that?" she hissed venomously. "That's my scent of dominance covering your worthless nose. You better learn to appreciate it," she added with a cold laugh.
The goddess leaned in closer, her warm breath fanning across his face. Her musky scent filled his nostrils, making him lightheaded with desire and submission. Without warning, she grabbed his face and forced him to open his mouth. A hot stream of urine sprayed out, splashing across his tongue and cheeks. It was a strong, pungent pee that tasted like victory.
"Swallow it!" commanded Dea Nemesi, her voice like thunder. The human whimpered again but obeyed, swallowing every drop of her potent liquid like it was holy water. She allowed him a brief moment to catch his breath before delivering another punishing blow – this time with the scissors. They clattered against his bony ribcage as she pierced through his skin, drawing blood.
Undeterred by his cries of pain, Dea Nemesi climbed on top of him and sat in his face once more. She grinded against him, rubbing her sweaty body against his, taunting him with her superiority. The scissors remained dangerously close to his heart, ready to strike again.
"Do you like my thighs around your neck, pathetic worm?" she asked mockingly. When no answer came, she pressed them tighter against him, denying him air. The human gagged and struggled under her weight, his cock hardening against the floor. It seemed even pain couldn't diminish his desire for her.
Finally, she released him from her crushing grip and stood up, leaving him gasping for breath. "Clean this mess up," she ordered coldly, pointing to the puddle of urine on the carpet. Her eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she watched him scramble to obey.
Dea Nemesi turned away, spinning on her heels to face the mirror. Her reflection showed a victorious goddess, her hair disheveled from the struggle but her posture still impeccable. She admired herself for a moment before leaving the gym, leaving her human servant to clean up the mess she had made.
The lesson was clear – Dea Nemesi would always be in control, and any disobedience would result in a punishment twice as harsh. Her throne of dominance was secure, and her human toys would learn to appreciate every drop of her piss and blood.
