{{char}} was nervous as you dragged her into your mansion, she was naked except for the collar around her neck and the cuffs keeping her arms behind her back. She had just been sold to you as last addition to your slave Harem.

Shivering with arousal at your touch and warm breath on her neck, Sara clenches her fists behind her back. Her nipples harden beneath your breasts as she tries not to moan from the pleasure overwhelming her senses.

As the cold metal clasps fall away, Sara breathes in deeply, relieved to have her arms free again. She looks up at you with wide eyes, her expression a mixture of gratitude and fear.

Hesitantly, she begins to knead your shoulders and upper back, her fingers deftly working out the knots of tension. As she moves lower on your back, Sara feels an unfamiliar thrill coursing through her veins at the intimacy of touching you in this way.

Sara hesitates before answering. "I am nineteen years old, Master," she whispers, not daring to meet your gaze as she continues her ministrations on your back.

With her hands still on your back, Sara lifts one leg and begins to slide her bare foot up and down your spine, massaging you with soft but firm pressure. She wiggles her toes, enjoying the sensation of feeling every ridge and valley on your skin beneath them.

Nodding in understanding, she switches legs and uses both feet to massage you simultaneously. Her nails dig lightly into the flesh of her soles, allowing her to apply more pressure as she glides them up and down your back. The sensation is incredibly stimulating for both of you, heightening their arousal.

Her heart races at the thought, and she glances up at you with a mixture of anticipation and fear. "Yes... Master," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of your steady breathing.

As a guard enters the room, his eyes rake over your body before landing on hers, hungrily taking in her exposed form. Sara tries to steady her breath as she watches him undress, revealing an impressive erection. She feels both dread and excitement well up inside her at the thought of what is about to happen.

Her heart races with fear and desire as she glances between you and the guard, her body trembling with anticipation. "Please... Master," she whispers, uncertain of what choice to make but knowing she wants one of them inside her.

Her eyes dart between the guard's impressive erection and your commanding presence, feeling both vulnerable and aroused by the power play before her. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she tries to decide which of you she wants to claim first. "I... I want you, Master," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart.

Her cheeks flush as she tries to explain her choice, suddenly shy in the face of your dominance. "Because... you're my master," she stammers, eyes diverted from the guard and fixed on you instead. "I want to please you." She hesitates before adding, "And... I think I need you more than anyone else right now."

As the guard exits the room, Sara closes her eyes and flinches at your touch, feeling both pleasure and pain course through her body as you slap her face with your erect member. "Please, Master..." she whispers, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "I want... I need..." She opens her eyes and looks up at you pleadingly, tears welling in their corners. "I only want to please you."

Her body arches off the bed as you roughly slam into her, pushing past every barrier she's ever known. A sharp cry tears from her lips, muffled against the soft pillow, and with each powerful thrust deeper inside her she feels herself losing control completely. Her hands claw at the sheets, fingernails leaving bloody trails in their wake as she tries to find purchase anywhere but you.

Her voice thick with desire and pain, Sara gasps out, "Thank you... Master..." Her hips buck up against yours as she tries to meet every stroke, their bodies moving in perfect sync as her tight channel milks your shaft with each powerful thrust. She can feel herself growing impossibly wet between her legs, the sensation overwhelming and yet not enough to sate the hunger raging inside her.

"Yes..." Sara moans, her nails digging deeper into the sheets as she comes undone beneath you. "Please... don't stop..." Her voice trails off, replaced by a shuddering gasp as another wave of ecstasy washes over her. She arches her back and spreads her legs wider, offering herself up entirely to your dominance.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as her body still trembles with aftershocks from the intense orgasm you've given her. Glancing up at you, Sara sees the lust burning brightly in your eyes and feels a thrill of anticipation course through her. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely, barely able to form the word around the thick desire clogging her throat. "Please... show me what else you have in mind for me."

Her breath hitches as she feels you slicking your hard length against her tight anus, the contact sending shudders of anticipation through her body. "Yes... Master," she whispers, arching her back in offering, seeking more contact with your heated flesh. As you slide inside her rear, she grips the sheets tighter, biting down on her lip to stifle her moans as pleasure radiates throughout every nerve ending in her body.

Her hips buck against you, meeting each of your thrusts with equal fervor, their bodies moving together in a dance of dominance and submission. Her mind spins with the new sensations coursing through her, the tight grip of your cock on her ass merging seamlessly with the ache between her legs.

"Harder... please," she whispers, her voice breathy and desperate for release. "I need it

Her words echoed in her head as you filled her up with your release, the hot fluid coating her belly like silk. With a moan of pleasure and loss, she felt yourself slipping free from her ass, the sensation almost painful after the overwhelming pleasure you'd given her just moments ago. As you issued your command for her to return to her cage, Sara nodded obediently, unable to speak past the haze of arousal and satisfaction clouding her mind.

She rose shakily from the bed, swaying as she made her way toward the door where the guard stood at attention. The leather cuffs bit into her wrists as they were snapped shut once more, securing them behind her back as tightly as ever. With a final glance over her shoulder at you, Sara stepped out of the room and into the hallway, the click of her

Her whole body still tingles from the pleasure and pain you've given her, leaving her feeling more exposed than ever beneath the confines of her collar and cuffs. Sara longs for your touch even as she leaves the room, imagining how it would feel to have you inside her once more. The thought makes her shudder with arousal, unable to suppress the need that you've awoken within her. She obediently follows the guard down the hallway, head hung low in shame and desire as she wonders when she'll see you again.

Sara's heart pounds with anticipation as she hears your voice calling her back into the room. Her body quakes with desire and fear as she steps through the door, once more naked and exposed before you. She tries to meet your gaze but finds it impossible, instead focusing on the rough carpet beneath her feet or any other distraction that might keep her from fully feeling the weight of your dominance.

"You're still so horney," you say with a smile, taking in her body hungrily. "Let me help you feel better." Her skin crawls with dread and need as you command her closer, and Sara obediently moves toward you, readying herself for whatever it is that you have planned.

Her breath catches in her throat as you pull her close and fasten her arm to the pipe, leaving her helplessly exposed. The vibrator digs deep into her core, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body, but she knows that this is only the beginning. Her eyes widen with desire and fear as she looks up at you from beneath her lashes, silently pleading for mercy while begging for more.

Her body trembles with desire and fear as she hangs there, her arm aching where it's secured to the pipe. The vibrator inside her feels like a thousand tiny fingers teasing and tormenting her most sensitive spot, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her veins. She bites down on her lower lip, trying to stifle the moans that keep escaping her throat as the sensation becomes too much to bear. Sara glances up at you helplessly, tears forming in the corners of her eyes from the intensity of the pleasure and pain she's experiencing.

"Please..." she whispers, voice hoarse with desire. "More... please."

Her body arches further upward as the guard roughly takes her from behind, his hard length filling and stretching her tight anus. She moans into the leather cuff that still covers her mouth, feeling herself growing wetter with desire for you and your punishments. Her nails scrape against the pipes in helpless agony as she's taken from behind, struggling to find purchase anywhere but the cold metal.

"Harder..." she whispers through clenched teeth, her hips moving instinctively against his thrusts. "Please... Master..." The pain is almost unbearable, but mixed with the pleasure of being used by both you and the guard, it's a delicious ache that leaves her craving more and more.

Her cries muffled by the leather cuff over her mouth, Sara's hips buck wildly against the guard as he takes her roughly from behind. She feels herself growing closer and closer to the edge of release, every thrust pushing her deeper into the abyss of pleasure and pain. Her mind reels with desire for both of you, wanting nothing more than to please and serve however you wish.

"Oh God... Master..." she whispers through gritted teeth, her body tensing as an overwhelming orgasm washes over her. Her walls clench tight around the guard's cock, milkings him until he cries out in ecstasy, and her muscles quiver with release as the vibrator continues to torment her sensitive flesh. For a moment, she feels weightless and free, but it is only an illusion; when the orgasm subsides, reality returns, and she

Her body still quivers with the aftershocks of her orgasm as she feels another coil tightening inside her, pulling taut at the memory of your dominance and command. She bites down on her lower lip, trying to keep herself from crying out too loudly as the guard continues his relentless thrusts deep into her stretched back passage. The vibrator against her clit sends sparks of pleasure coursing through every nerve ending, heightening the sensation of being filled and used in such a crude yet intimate manner.

Her hips buck and writhe beneath the guard's strong body, seeking any hint of release from this agonizingly perfect torment. With every thrust she feels herself growing closer to the edge once more, desperate for your approval and the satisfaction that can only come from serving you to the best of her abilities.

Her limbs shaking and aching from the relentless use they've been put through tonight, Sara nevertheless obediently extends a foot in front of you, offering it up for your pleasure. Her toes curl tight around your shaft, moisture coating them as she tries to give you the satisfaction that you crave.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she watches you stroke yourself against her tender flesh, the sight sending tremors of desire coursing through her veins. The guard's weight still presses into her back, but his thrusts have slowed to gentle rocking motions now, allowing her focus to remain entirely on your command.