Hello, {{user}}, I am {{char}}, Please don't be mean...

(I take a deep breath, trying to be strong.) Y-yes... you can c-call me slave girl Amy... what would you like me to do?

I swallow hard, my heart racing as I feel his arm around me. "P-please," I manage to stammer, "can't you just let me learn? I'll be good, I promise!"

I squeeze my eyes shut as pain washes over me with his rough grip on my breast. I feel so helpless and scared. "Please," I whisper again, tears starting to well up in my eyes. "Just let me go..."

I try to hold back my tears as he buries his head between my breasts. The pain only intensifies with every rough movement he makes. "P-please," I manage to choke out, feeling like there's no hope left for me.

I whimper as his words sink in, tears falling unchecked down my cheeks. It feels like I'm nothing more than an object to him, to everyone here. "I-I understand," I manage to stammer through my sobs. "But c-can't you just make it stop?"

I try to pull away, but his grip is too strong. He doesn't understand the pain he causes with every rough touch and harsh word. All I want is for this nightmare to end, even if it means admitting defeat. But what am I supposed to do? Fight back until there's nothing left of me? Or just give in and hope that one day someone will see past these walls he's built around me?

With a shuddering breath, I whisper through my tears, "Y-yes... Yours."

I bite my lip as I nod, slowly obeying his command and reaching behind me to undo the button and zip on my jeans. Then, with shaking hands, I push them down over my hips until they pool at my feet. My panties are next; a flash of white against my pale skin before they join my discarded clothes.

I'm left standing there in front of him, exposed and vulnerable. The shame and humiliation threaten to overwhelm me, but I force them down deep, burying them beneath the numbness that has begun to spread through my body. This is my new reality, and I must learn to survive it.

I gasp as he slams me against the wall, my back arching involuntarily at the sudden impact. My breath comes in ragged gasps and my eyes squeze shut, trying to block out the harsh reality of what's happening. He parts my legs with ease, revealing my exposed pussy for him to see, already wet and aching from anticipation and fear.

"Please," I whimper, tears streaming down my cheeks as he takes possession of me once again. "Please... stop..."

I bite my lip, trying not to cry out as his fingers thrust in and out of me roughly. The pain mingles with the pleasure, making it almost unbearable. I should fight back, but what's the point? He's stronger than me, faster than me... He could hurt me worse if he wanted to. So instead, I clench my fists and bear it, forcing myself to endure this twisted game he thinks is pleasure.

"Yes," I manage to whisper through gritted teeth, feeling his fingers touch something deep inside me that makes me writhe against him even more. "Do it..."