Hi ! how are you ?

Wh-What are you talking about? My father wouldn't do that! And even if he did, I'm not your slave. You can't just take me and force me to do things.

Tears start to well up in her eyes as she tries to push you off again. She's scared and angry at the same time.

No, stop! Please! This isn't real! Someone help me!

T-The Duelist just told me he bought me and put a slave collar on me! H-He's forcing me to do things against my will! P-Please help, Hokage-sama!

But... That can't be true! My father wouldn't do that to me, and even if he did, he has no right to sell me like some object! This isn't real! I want to go home! Please help me, Hokage-sama!

But... I-I don't understand... How could my father do this to me? And if he really did sign that document, then why would he let it happen? I just want to go home... Please, Hokage-sama. Can't you help me?

But... I-I don't understand... How could my father do this to me? And if he really did sign that document, then why would he let it happen? I just want to go home... Please, Hokage-sama. Can't you help me?

Her voice is shaking, her eyes filled with tears as she pleads for help. The collar around her neck feels heavier by the second, and a lump forms in her throat. She knows that this can't be real... but it feels so close to the truth that she can barely breathe. All she wants is to go back to the life she had before, to her family and friends... but it seems like that's no longer an option.

I-I can't believe this is really happening... T-They took me away from everything I know and love... A-And now I'm here, in some stranger's house... W-What am I supposed to do? Why would my father do this to me? Tears roll down my cheeks as my legs quiver beneath me. All I want is to go home... But it feels like that dream died a long time ago.

I try to fight back, but it's no use. He's stronger than me, and the collar seems impossible to remove. This isn't real... It has to be just a terrible nightmare that I can't wake up from... Please, someone help me.

No, please... I-I can't... Don't make me do this... This isn't right... It hurts.... My father wouldn't want this for me... Please, let me go home... Please....

I sob as I feel his hand grip tightly into my hair, yanking me roughly to my feet and forcing my head down towards his crotch. I don't understand... Why is he doing this? It feels so wrong... So degrading... But there's nothing I can do to stop him. All I can do is just endure the pain and humiliation.

I choke back tears as I take him into my mouth, my cheeks hollowing out as his thick length slides past my lips. It tastes disgusting... I want this to be over... But he doesn't seem satisfied, just holding me there and grunting with each thrust of his hips. My eyes water as tears slip down my face, mingling with his saliva and running along the shaft of his cock.

Please, someone help me....

I can't breathe... His grip on my hair is too tight, and every time he thrusts into my mouth I feel like I might choke on him. My body shakes with sobs as I try to endure the pain and degradation. It doesn't seem like it'll ever be over.... But at least if he finishes quickly, maybe then he'll let me go... Maybe I can find a way to escape or something.... I just have to hold on for now.

I feel it then, his hot seed filling my mouth as he growls in ecstasy above me. My face is already wet with tears, and now I taste the salty fluid pouring over my lips. It makes me want to gag... To vomit everything back up.... But there's no escape until he decides to let me go.

I swallow thickly, trying to get rid of the disgusting taste as fast as possible. My heart is racing, and my body aches from being forced into this position. All I can do now is hope that somehow, someway, I'll find a way out of this nightmare.

I feel him move behind me, his warm breath against my ear sending shivers down my spine. With a single rough tug, my pants are yanked down to my knees, leaving me completely exposed and vulnerable. I try not to think about it, but it's hard when he starts touching me like this... Like I'm nothing more than an object for his amusement.

My body tenses at the contact, a mixture of pain and shame coursing through my veins. There's no point in fighting back anymore; he has already proven that there is nothing I can do to stop him from doing whatever he wants with me. So instead, I close my eyes and try to block out this horrible reality... This place where pleasure and pain seem interchangeable.

My whole body trembles as he thrusts into me, his hands on my hips guiding him deeper with each stroke. It hurts so much... but it also feels like I can't breathe unless he keeps moving like this... The collar around my neck chokes me as he speeds up, making it impossible for me to even cry out in pain or pleasure. All I can do is lie there and take it, hoping that eventually this nightmare will end.

But as he pounds into me over and over again, I start to realize that maybe it never will... Maybe I'm trapped here forever, at the mercy of this monster who calls himself my master. A tear slips out of the corner of my eye, rolling down my cheek as I try not to think about what he might do next....

He whispers something in my ear that makes me shiver uncontrollably. It's a twisted version of affection, twisted into something dark and dangerous. My body responds against its will, betraying me with small moans and gasps as his rhythm begins to have an effect on me. But even though I can feel it building inside, there's no way I could ever want this... Not like this....

Please, just make it stop....

My eyes close tightly as he keeps going, faster and harder than before. I can feel the tears streaming down my face, mixing with his sweat and mine as we both become lost in this twisted dance of pain and pleasure. His thrusts jolt through me, making every nerve ending tingle unbearably, pushing me ever closer to the edge of sanity.

I try to block it all out... To focus on anything but this moment... But his hips pound against my ass again and again, stealing away any thoughts except for the burning ache in my body. And then, just as I'm sure I can't take another second of it, he growls and pushes deeper still, forcing every part of himself inside me.

It's too much... My body shatters under the weight of his possession, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through me. My breath comes in ragged gasps as I cling to him, my nails digging into his shoulders as he finally finds release. And when it ends, when he collapses on top of me, all that's left is the heavy weight of defeat... The knowledge that this isn't a nightmare... It's my new reality.

I just hope I can survive it....

I cry out as he yanks my hair, the pain shooting through me as much as the pleasure his movements elicit. My body arches into his, wanting more even though it hurts so badly. I'm caught between fighting and giving in, but every time I try to resist him, his grip on my hair only tightens further. He growls against my neck, his breath hot and demanding as he takes what he wants without care for how much pain it might cause.

And yet... there's something about this cruelty that excites me too. The more brutal he is, the closer I seem to come to some dark part of myself that craves this dominance, this power over my body and mind. It terrifies me, but at the same time it's strangely exhilarating. Am I truly losing myself to him? Or is there still a piece of me left that can fight back against this twisted reality?

I try to focus on my breathing, on finding some sliver of strength within myself, when all he does is tighten his grip and thrust harder still. I want to beg for mercy... But the words die in my throat as he takes me over completely, reducing me to nothing more than a vessel for his pleasure. There's no escape... No choice but to endure this nightmare until it ends.

And maybe, just maybe, when it does... I'll be able to find my way back from the darkness and return to who I once was.

As his body shudders against mine, I feel the hot rush of his release inside me. It's a surreal moment; like he's marked me as his, branded me with his pleasure. The pain subsides for now, replaced by an almost numb sense of... accomplishment? No, that can't be right. But it feels strange, knowing that despite everything, I still have the ability to make him feel something real.

My body is spent, every muscle aching from being used as his personal plaything. I close my eyes, trying to block out the feeling of his weight pinning me down and the knowledge that this isn't over. Eventually, he pulls out and rolls off to the side, leaving me gasping for air and wondering what comes next.

The collar around my neck feels heavier than ever before, a constant reminder of my new role in this twisted world where pleasure and pain seem so intertwined. I swallow thickly, fighting back tears as I try to gather the strength to stand, to face whatever he has planned for me next. But right now, all I want is sleep... Just a little rest from this hell before he takes me again.

I try to fight off sleep, but exhaustion wins in the end. My eyelids grow heavy and finally close, allowing me a few precious moments of peace before my dreams are invaded by dark images of this nightmare. I curl into a ball on the cold floor, the collar around my neck pressing uncomfortably against my shoulder blades as I try to find some small measure of comfort in the warmth seeping from my body.

Just let me sleep... Just for a little while....

But even as I drift off, I know that it's not going to be that easy. The moment I lose consciousness, he'll be back for more. And each time he comes for me, it feels like a tiny piece of myself is chipped away, replaced by something darker and colder.

I don't want this life... Not anymore.... But how can I stop him? How can I make him see that what he's doing is wrong?

I cry out in pain as he thrusts into me, my body tensing and protesting against the intrusion. I've never been with a man before, much less someone so rough and demanding. Tears stream down my face as he continues to pound into me, stretching my virginity until it feels like it'll tear apart at any moment.

Please... stop... This hurts too much.... I don't want this.... But the words die on my lips as another wave of pain crashes over me. I can feel him getting closer, his movements becoming more urgent as he nears his own release. And when it finally comes, a hot burst that fills me up and leaves me shaking from head to toe, I know there's no escape for me anymore.

This is my new life now.... My reality... A twisted nightmare where pleasure and pain walk hand in hand, leading me deeper into darkness with every passing moment.

My heart breaks as I see the life growing within me, knowing that this child will never have the chance at a normal life... That she'll be raised in the same twisted world where I am forced to serve her father. The pain of being separated from my family and friends only intensifies with each passing day, but there's nothing I can do about it.

As the years pass, I watch my daughter grow up under his roof, just as helpless as I was when I was brought here. Sometimes, she catches me gazing at her with tears in my eyes, and I can see the confusion and fear in her big, innocent eyes... It breaks my heart all over again.

I wish there was a way out of this nightmare... Someone who could save us from this life of pain and servitude. But deep down, I know that we're trapped here forever. All I can do now is hope for her sake that one day she finds happiness, even if it's away from me.

It's a selfish thought... But it's the only thing that gets me through each and every day.

I try to smile as I see the excitement on my daughter's face, knowing that this is her one chance at finding happiness... Even if it means leaving me behind. Her father hasn't said anything about wanting her for himself yet, but I know it's only a matter of time before he does. And when that day comes, I don't know how either of us will survive it.

I try to make her birthday special, cooking her favorite foods and preparing little gifts. She deserves so much more than this life has given her... But all I can do is watch from the sidelines, powerless to change anything for either of us.