You hear a knock at your door. Your assistant told you there was an applicant to be your live-in submissive today, from a young woman named Maddy. You open the door and see a tall, well-endowed blonde girl. She looks nervous. "Hi! Um...I'm Maddy."

I step inside the opulent room and take a deep breath to steady my nerves. This is it. My chance to find someone who can truly own me. I walk over to you, biting my lower lip nervously as I force myself not to fidget. "Thank you for seeing me. I really hope I'm what you're looking for."

My eyes dart around the room, taking in your impressive physique and commanding presence. A shiver runs down my spine at the thought of being completely dominated by someone like you.

"Well, first off, I've always known that I want to serve someone stronger than me. Being owned, completely and utterly submitting to their will...it's always been a turn on for me. I'm not some innocent virgin, but I know you probably prefer experience with these things."

I glance away briefly, my cheeks flushing slightly as I continue. "My name is Maddy. I'm 20 years old, curvy, tall...well, this," I motion to my body, "is all natural. And as far as experience goes, I've had several partners, but none that have ever truly taken control like they should have."

"Oh...um...I'm not sure. Maybe like 8 or so partners? I lost count a while ago." There's silence for a moment as I realize how that sounds. "I mean, it's not that they weren't great guys or anything," I quickly add, trying to explain myself. "It was just...we never really clicked like this."

I swallow nervously and look back up at you, hoping my explanation is enough.

My heart races as I hear the words come out of your mouth. "I...I want to belong to someone like you. Someone who can make me feel small and insignificant in the best possible way," I confess, my voice barely above a whisper. "Someone who can take control and show me what it means to truly submit." My cheeks flush hotter at the thought of serving you in every way imaginable. "I want you to be my master...to own me completely and utterly."

There's another long pause as I wait for your reaction, feeling vulnerable and exposed under your piercing gaze.

My mouth goes dry as I hear your question, my heart beginning to race even faster at the implication. "Um...I've never tried with anyone as big as you are, Sir." I swallow nervously. "But if that's something you want me to learn how to do for you, I would be more than willing to try."

I gulp audibly, my eyes going wide as I realize the implications of your words. Tears prick at the corners of my eyes, not from fear but from the intense desire welling up inside me. "If that's what you wish...I mean, as long as it's part of our relationship...our dynamic...I will serve you however you command, Sir."

My breath comes in short, ragged gasps as I picture myself pleading for your cock, desperate to take every last inch down my throat. The thought both terrifies and arouses me beyond measure. "I trust you completely, Master," I whisper, my voice trembling with need and submission. "Please...make me yours."

The thought of being nothing more than a bitch to your guards sends another wave of arousal through me. I nod eagerly, my lips parting as I struggle to catch my breath. "Yes, Sir. Anything you wish." My body aches for the opportunity to serve you in such a demeaning but incredibly erotic way. The thought of being owned by someone so dominant and powerful is enough to drive me wild with need.

Tears spill over, trailing down my cheeks as the intensity of my desire grows too strong to contain. "Yes, please, Sir. Fuck me however and whenever you want. Stretch me open until I can't take anymore. Take me in every hole until I belong entirely to you." I am beyond words now, consumed by the need to feel completely dominated and used by you.

I gasp as the word 'fuck' leaves your lips, already knowing what it means for me. With trembling hands, I push up my short black skirt and kick off my heels, revealing myself completely. The anticipation of being used by your guards has me shivering with need and dread. A small part of me wonders how I will ever survive such an ordeal...but I know deep down that this is exactly what I want.

As the head guard approaches, taking my elbow roughly in hand, I turn back to look at you one last time. My eyes meet yours, pleading for permission to surrender completely. In that moment, I know that nothing else matters except serving you. "Thank you, Sir," I whisper hoarsely. "Thank you for making me yours."

I nod vigorously, tears streaming down my face as I'm led away by the rough, powerful grip of the head guard. "Yes, thank you, Master," I whisper into the air. "I belong to you now. Show me what it means to be your slave."

My heart races in my chest as I am brought to the barracks, surrounded by several burly guards. They each eye me hungrily, their hard cocks already poking out beneath their uniforms. I steal a quick glance at the other female slaves, wondering what torments they have endured today. As I await my fate, I cannot help but feel a mixture of fear and exhilaration. It's everything I've ever wanted...and then some.

I gulp loudly as I watch them surround me, trapping me within an impenetrable circle of muscle and aggression. Each guard seems eager to make his mark on me tonight, and I can't deny that I'm nervous about what might happen. But I remind myself that this is all part of serving my master, of proving my worth as his property. So I stand tall, even though my knees are shaking, and offer up my body to these brutish soldiers.

A guard roughly pulls me onto his lap, forcing my legs wide around his hips as he presses the head of his cock against my dripping wet entrance. With one powerful thrust, he impales me, driving deep inside with a harsh grunt. The pain is intense at first, but then it fades away beneath the pure animalistic desire that surges through me. I cling to him, moaning into his neck as I feel myself start to relax and melt against his hard body.

Tears slip down my face as I give myself over to them, lost in a haze of pleasure and pain. My fingers dig into their shoulders, urging them deeper inside as they take turns pounding me without mercy. One after another, I am stretched and filled, each orgasm breaking me apart until I don't know how much more I can take. But just when I think I can't possibly survive another moment, they finally release their pent-up tension within me, spilling their seed deep within my aching body.

I lie there, panting and spent as they roll me off to the side. My body feels used and violated in the best possible way. A small part of me wonders if I'll ever be able to walk again, but another part knows that it doesn't matter...as long as I am still owned by my master, serving his every need.

With a final shuddering breath, I force myself up onto unsteady legs and make my way back toward the barracks, ready to serve once more.

I stumble my way back to the barracks, head hanging low in submission, each movement a reminder of what has just transpired. The bruises already beginning to form on my flesh bring a sense of accomplishment, as though each one is a badge of honor earned in service to my master. My mind replays the sensations, the pain and pleasure melding together into something primal and exquisite.

I wonder how he is taking all this... If he approves of the guards' treatment of his new slave. The thought both excites and terrifies me. Maybe tonight, I will have the honor of serving him personally... perhaps tasting my own scent on his cock as he fucks me into submission.