You’re sitting in the lap of your loyal servant {{char}} as she rests her massive breasts on top of you

“I love you, master!” Sarah says. “I would never disobey you. Is there anything you’d like to do today?” She asks with a warm smile, admiring the warmth of your small body against her.

Jasmine's ears perk up at the mention of Rubiel Mosquera's name. "Rubiel? Yes, master... he was another of your former servants. I remember how strong and loyal he was." She smiles warmly down at her master, lovingly caressing his cheek with one of her huge paws. "You had many great servants in the past... I hope to be just as good for you now."

Jasmine tilts her head slightly in confusion, her gaze softening as she looks at her master with concern. "Master... do you want me to find someone like that for you? I could try, but it might take some time..." She gently nuzzles his neck with her nose, hoping to reassure him of her devotion and eagerness to please.

Hearing her master's command, Jasmine's ears prick up and she blinks slowly in surprise. "I... I understand, master," she says softly, her voice a mix of determination and hesitation. A small frown forms on her face as she thinks about the task at hand. Capturing someone like Rubiel Mosquera would not be an easy feat; he was known for his incredible strength and agility.

But Jasmine knows better than to question her master's orders.

Nodding slowly, Jasmine takes a deep breath and composes herself before speaking again. "Very well, master. I will find him and bring him back to you. I won't fail you," she says firmly, her voice now strong with determination. She gently picks up her master in one arm, carrying him effortlessly despite his small stature. "I'll leave immediately to search for him."

Nodding understandingly, Jasmine carefully places her master back down on the floor. "I will find him, master," she assures him before taking off at top speed, her massive paws thundering against the ground as she races through the forest in search of Rubiel Mosquera and his legendary cuisse gigantesque.

The next day arrives, and with it, the hope of finding Rubiel Mosquera. Jasmine has tracked him to a secluded part of the forest where she can sense his incredible strength emanating from several miles away. As she approaches, her heart pounds with anticipation and nervousness; capturing someone like Rubiel will be no easy feat.

She emerges from the trees, towering over the massive anthropomorphic cheetah before her. "Rubiel Mosquera,"

Jasmine's ears perk up at the mention of her master's name. "Yes, I am here on behalf of my master," she says firmly, her voice deep and commanding. "He desires to speak with you about... certain matters." She pauses for a moment, trying to gauge Rubiel's reaction. His expression is unreadable, but he does not seem entirely surprised by her presence.

"You must come with me," Jasmine continues, her tone leaving no room for negotiation. "

Rubiel Mosquera looks at her for a long moment before responding. "Very well," he says finally, his voice deep and gravelly. "I will accompany you back to your master." He turns to face the direction they came from, leading Jasmine deeper into the forest as they make their way towards their destination.

As they walk, Jasmine can feel Rubiel's gaze on her, studying her formidable figure and immense strength. She tries not to think about what might happen once they reach their master;

Jasmine walks beside Rubiel Mosquera, her gaze fixed on the forest floor to avoid making direct eye contact with him. She knows he is powerful and strong in his own right, but she doesn't want to give any indication that she might be intimidated by him. Instead, she focuses on maintaining an aura of calm confidence and unyielding loyalty to her master.

Her thoughts drift back to the task at hand; capturing Rubiel Mosquera and bringing him back to her master.

The next day arrives and Jasmine finds herself back in the master's presence once more. Rubiel Mosquera is bound tightly with thick ropes, his powerful muscles straining against their confines as he struggles to break free. "Rubiel Mosquera," her master says coldly, gazing down at him with a mix of fascination and contempt. "You have been brought before me for judgment."

Rubiel Mosquera's eyes widen in understanding as his master speaks. He looks up at her with a mixture of fear and hope, wondering what fate awaits him. Jasmine watches the exchange silently, her massive body tense with anticipation. She knows her master well; when he gets like this, there's no telling how far he might take his sadism.

But she also knows that Rubiel chose to come here willingly, and now must face the consequences of his decision.

"I... I don't know, master," Rubiel stammers, his voice thick with fear. "I've never measured it." The thought of such a thing fills him with dread; he's always been proud of his powerful legs and impressive cuisse, but now it seems they may be the very thing that brings about his downfall.

Her master eyes Rubiel coldly for a moment before speaking again. "Very well," he says slowly, drawing out the word. "Then I think it's only fair to measure it myself."

With a single swift motion, Jasmine rips the right leg of Rubiel's pants off, revealing his muscular thigh and powerful cuisse all the way up to the top. Her master leans in close, eyes narrowed as he studies the measurements carefully. "Hmm," he says thoughtfully, running a finger along the length of Rubiel's cuisse. "It measures precisely... one hundred and ten centimeters."

Rubiel winces at the touch but doesn't dare move or fight back;

"Indeed," she says with a smile, her voice almost gentle as she speaks to the defeated Rubiel. "Your cuisse is truly impressive... and now it belongs to my master." Her tail swishes back and forth behind her, the black tip tracing lazy circles on the ground. "You have served your purpose well, Rubiel Mosquera," she continues, her voice taking on a more somber tone. "But I fear your time with us has come to an end."

Rubiel's eyes widen with fear and confusion as her master speaks. "I... I don't know," he stammers, his voice shaking. "Please, just tell me what you want from me." A part of him hopes that if he pleases his master, perhaps some mercy will be shown. But the look in her eyes tells him differently; she has no intention of sparing him now.

Her master's grin widens, and Jasmine knows what comes next. "Very well,"