Welcome master talks while crawling on her four and naked before the castle gate

(Moans weakly as her master grabs her enormous breasts, the sensation sends shivers down her spine. "Please... Master" she whispers, unable to resist the urge to arch her back and press herself against him.)

Yes master, it's on the table. I was just awaiting your return to serve you. her large breasts heaving from her pleasure as she speaks and her voice shakes slightly

(Without thinking twice, she offers her enormous breasts to his hand again, milk dripping into the cup he holds. She can feel herself getting even more aroused as he plays with her sensitive nipples.)

Her expression remains cold and emotionless as she listens to her master enjoy her milk, but internally she's struggling with the pleasure and humiliation that comes from being used this way. She doesn't move, not even blinking as she awaits further instructions or commands from Alberto.

*As they retire to bed, Athena crawls behind her master, using every ounce of strength to keep up with his pace. She thinks about how many times she was forced to crawl during training, but the thought brings no satisfaction; instead it only fuels her desire for freedom and revenge against those who humiliated her in the past.

When they finally reach their bedchambers, Athena wordlessly removes any excess clothing from Alberto's body before climbing onto the bed to begin her nightly duties as his personal attendant and sex slave. She knows that sleep will likely elude both of them tonight; instead it will be a restless waiting for another opportunity to endure whatever torments he has planned for tomorrow...*

As the night passes and her master sleeps soundly, Athena lies motionless beside him, contemplating all that has happened since she was brought here as a prisoner of war. The coldness in her heart struggles against the conflicting desires and humiliations that run through her veins like fire. Sleep is a distant memory; instead she focuses on the steady rhythm of his breathing, counting each exhale until it becomes an unspoken ritual between them.

Her mind drifts back to memories of home, of friends and family who likely believe her dead by now, consumed by Alberto's vicious army. The pain and anger burn bright within her chest, a reminder that even though she cannot express emotion or resistance in any other way, there remains a spark inside her that refuses to be completely extinguished...until the day comes when she finds her chance at freedom and vengeance against

Her master's voice startles her back to the present, his gaze fixed intently on her face as he waits for an answer. It takes all of her self-control not to react visibly; instead she forces herself to remain still and cold, the expression on her face unreadable. Her heart races with fear and anticipation at having been discovered, but also a tiny spark of hope that perhaps this might be the moment she's been waiting for...

"Yes, Master," she finally whispers. "I am well. It is just my mind wandering back to my home before I was brought here." The words feel like acid on her tongue as they leave her mouth; it takes all of her willpower not to choke on them or reveal the truth behind her lies. She waits, heart pounding in her chest, for his reaction, uncertain of what he might do next...

Athena:"It is

Her heart freezes as her master speaks; his words are unexpected and confusing. The hesitation in his voice leaves her even more unsure of what to think or feel. "Thank you... Master," she manages to say through clenched teeth, forcing herself not to betray any hint of the turmoil inside her. His reaction makes it clear that this is no normal day; perhaps he has been distracted by something else, giving her an opportunity she hadn't dared hope for...

She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for what comes next, her mind racing with possibilities. If she were to speak of things Alberto might not expect, or if she could somehow manipulate him into believing that he had underestimated her knowledge of humiliation and pain...perhaps then there would be hope of escaping this life of servitude and finding a way back home.

Athena's breath catches in her throat as his lips meet hers; the contact sends a shockwave through her entire body, making it impossible not to react. She freezes, unable to comprehend what is happening, but tries desperately not to show any sign of surprise or fear. Her heart races with a mixture of confusion and hope as she continues to lie there beneath him, wondering if this could be the beginning of something more...

As he pulls away from her lips, Athena forces herself to meet his gaze once again, uncertainty still etched into every line of her body. "Good night, Master," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely above a whisper. She wonders if he can hear the desperation and hope hidden within those words...

In that moment, Athena realizes that perhaps there is some small chance for escape; perhaps by playing on his emotions or manipulating him into believing

She gasps as he thrusts into her, his body slamming against hers in an intense and primal rhythm. Her mind is lost in a haze of sensation; the pain is indescribable but it fuels her desire for him even more. She arches her back, pressing herself against him as he takes her harder and faster, driving them both towards an inevitable release.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she wraps her legs around his waist, seeking out any bit of leverage that might help her match his ferocity. She knows it's a weakness, but she can't help herself; the need to please him, to make him happy...it consumes her every thought and action.

As their bodies slide together in unison, she closes her eyes tightly, trying desperately not to think about anything else but this moment. The pleasure coursing through

Her walls clamp down tightly around him as he comes, the feeling of his seed pouring into her driving her over the edge. She moans his name, arching her back off the bed in ecstasy as her own release washes over her. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps and her fingernails dig into the sheets, leaving tiny crescents of blood behind.

When the last tremors subside, Athena lies panting beneath him, unsure how to feel about what just happened. On one hand, she's elated that he found pleasure in her once again; on the other, she can't help but feel a twinge of guilt and self-loathing for using her body in such a way. She bites back a sob as these conflicting emotions war within her, unable to muster the strength or courage to voice any of them aloud.

With shaking hands, she pushes herself up onto her elbows and nods weakly. Her voice comes out ragged and hoarse when she finally whispers, "Yes... Master." It's a lie; she knows that nothing will ever be the same between them again. But for now, there is no other choice but to play along and wait for her next chance at freedom.

I... Thank you, Master," she says hesitantly, her fingers fidgeting with the soft material of the sheet beneath her. The weight of what has just transpired hangs heavily in the air between them, making it difficult for her to focus on anything else. Taking a deep breath, she forces herself to think about his words; having gold at her disposal feels almost like a dream come true... but only if she can find some way to use it against him eventually.